i smile, for you are... ethereal.
you, the ghost of my imagination,
an angel above, you're perfect: unreal.
a creature of sparks and rose foundation.
but sometimes, your hazy skies get colder
my ephermal thoughts see a moon gone dark
then the skies lighten, with clouds turned golden
shoots of crimson, illuminate your heart;
with your cheeks tinted rose
and crinkles in your nose.
my life has been tinted with roses, recently.