Awakening as if from some sort of strange dream,
His eyes drift into the sea – into deepest mystery.
The halo around the moon is not there in afternoon,
This Muse so sublime, long engaged to your history.
Visions swirling as seagull crows,
Flying around the arch of delight.
Sweet premonition, the future knows,
Her angelic wings, blind to my sight.
Such a fickle, twisted path Fate sows,
Every stone a distraction, a near-miss.
All the while her voice faintly echoes,
Through the chasm of Serendipity’s abyss.
Autumn chill in the air – recurring each trip,
She fills me with awe – every gust of her air.
To win her this day, blue nostalgia’s slow drip,
Ever-breathing a velvet breeze, like her stare…
Two souls scream, lost in the dark wood,
Future memories enveloped in magical mist.
Never lost the dream, only we understood,
Perfectly imperfect, so not short of bliss.
Intoxicating kisses to heal the scars,
Enchanted whispers to cast her spell,
To find our truth, to reach the stars,
To keep the secret – for each to tell.
Paradise awaits – the gates now agape –
We ascend from the bottom of the well.
United we, sublime terrestrial escape,
For never divided, may we forever dwell,
For to be without you… is surely hell.