Fantasies of the heart are all too often created,
but the ones blessed with sincerity...

I have grown under your watchful wings
shielded from threatening insecurities...

Sapphire halos dye vanilla snow
-dispelling thousands of angels...

I am an ignorant baby dove
catching myself in lying traps...

Now and then I break out in song
coloring somber grays...

Light angel hair twirls
twisting with daring wind...

Dainty snowflakes twirl with elegance
falling upon our separated lips gently...

I rest silently upon
sun-kissed meadow...

Wishes are solely based
on how one's imagination can run...

Someone once told me the exact time
I would be lifted up from this world...

Loneliness penetrates silence
as I am paralyzed...

The overpowering ocean makes love to the sensitive...
an underwater kiss bursts throughout her coarse...