She stands, unyielding, like beauty, so fair, a gentle sunrise the touch beauty possesses, a tempting breeze her smile in the very depth, so natural, her beauty blossoms in flowery scents, like moonlight beauty starlit beauty, waiting calm and divine peace, her beauty, falling sighs gentle, her dreams the dreams of artist dreaming blessed and released from sleep, her pose immutable beauty is her kind, that passionate kiss soft like silence, a whisper uncompromising.
Lift your arms like passionate wings, take flight any moment chosen, fly through clouds of silk white, fly into the sun, land and rest beneath a waterfall of dreams, come on gently let nothing held back obstruct your travels, sleep in those flightless hours then, fly away.
Gather up each petal, each flower, each bouquet, let those colors flow sparkle on the senses, show them display their beauty, let them rival anything in nature, enjoy those moments given each hour that holds your dreams, wants, desires, once a barren field now beauty planned and conceived, covet each scenario wading waist high, smiling at the sun until it becomes time to fade like dying imaginations.
There, among imaginary moments, of happiness, they see the game unfolding as each player refuses to yield, her slight smile, a rumored laugh, tenderness placed in words weaved into the unwritten rules, ways to keep each interested as the chase being as important as being pursued or pursuing, who is actually chasing whom, discussions may be put out for debate as the chase continues.
Waiting, the sun, the stars could be jealous of you, my eyes wide open while I daydream about you, each thought invades my memory, these moments, these kisses you deliver, pressed from your wandering soul, our time will be too short and I can't let you go too fast.
Burn that night that will not reconcile with the dawn, let it be lost in the newest moment, that fresh morning and thrown past time itself, no one watching, no one grieving, the flames consume all thoughts, all memories of what were to be yesterday, let no tears shed for that burnt offering, let it become nothing in each remaining mind, that loses all remaining thoughts of what once had been.
The silence has become a dance that I no longer want to watch, hunting, an elusive prey while trying to continue feelings, I wanted to hold you, touch you, have our destinations placed within each other, kisses that light up sunrises, moments no one could replicate, thoughts that may be well undone by now, unraveling, slowly fading with each passing day, hours leave footprints behind that no one follows, a look over the shoulder, a sigh, hoping someone is still following, someone at least watching, ...