Brightness of Dayrise

She look so radiant sad,
Yet so beautiful with the seraphim 'geist,
Mysterious soul-spirit radiating,
My own sorrowed sadness, gleaming her melancholic gaze,
All-be Unial understanding and desperation as passion birthing that seed itself, catching our states in the  phantomime of unspoken dyads.
Yet it seems eons and millenia decades of travels, centuries of space and time, dimensional lightyears apart,
Bound to cross our lively paths throughout existince itself, of adoration itself, bliss and wonderous connectivity our Ghosts upon the crossroad.

- the days spent with you be the days of juice,
- Orion hearts outskirts of Nebula.
- as I met love with love, surrounding grip as your tight embrace . . .