You gently slip from behind gray mirrors, smiling, you edge your way into my world, you see unadorned passing glimpses, sometimes catching me emotionally undressed, at my best, at my worst, while flowing freely, gathering yourself for each journey, come steal me away, even if for only a short while, let me drink from your radiance and sleep in your outstretched arms.
My dreams echo into silence where dark shadows wander freely, as voices weary and worn stumble over beautiful and tragic audiences, within a barren landscape while thoughts drip into puddles, overflowing the senses growing like a twisted memory.
I pick you up like a loving thought, to be brought to life, to be held, nurtured, back and forth from mind to paper, wrapping myself around you holding, waiting, speak now, justify my needs, I will undo myself and find new words over and over again.
Sweet butterfly, what have you to wear, catering yourself a set of beautiful wings, wings that will travel upon singing breezes as you dance among the blooming flowers, serene and intense in liberty so free to gather and roam, joy awaits you through your loving tenderness and graceful charm, in wonder and surprise caressing the sweetness with your wish, open up the banquet, spread wide drinking from brightened wells,
Since that moment, that first moment that my eyes cast themselves upon you, how that moment has deepened, like a moment on my senses, let it not be lost, let it fly , unwavering in it's institution, let this moment continue to burn like a raging fire, consuming me with every thought and moment, and in this path I travel hopelessly determined, in each moment.