In Dreams

her eyes like miles      
entice me more        
than her smile      
which, I also adore        
        
her artistic mind        
& innocent eyes        
show me her        
essence is pure        
       
under her long hair,        
I see an honest face        
kind ideas to share        
and a mind in a race        
       
what a honor her        
signs of interest are      
I hope she sees this        
as chance chemistry        
       
like two birds, we'll        
escape the blank page        
our styles and views        
perfect to collaborate        
       
the timing isn't great        
both unable to create      
still, her poems inspire    
so, I'll try until I'm retired      
       
we'll get the best        
from our soul's safes      
mixing our feelings       
as we fill the page        
       
for now, I'll think up    
new concepts to relay         
and hope she decides to        
let our worlds assimilate      
       
in dreams, our mix      
makes words that burn         
In dreams, ink tells a        
tale two poets learn