Your eyes beckon so I listen,
They speak in unmistaken tones...

I breathe you in me deeply,
Savor spices from your skin...

With my eyes closed I see you clearly,
I feel your hand slip into mine...

I could think a million things,
From sunset to mornings dew...

Why does a rose of beauty rare,
Spring forth to glorious birth...

How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...

In other realms to most unknown,
In dimensions’ one must ponder...

From just below the towns horizon,
Sleeps the greatest, love yet known...

The world was harsh and dismal,
Weighty storms upon times clock...

The evening rains so calming,
The breeze had cooled the air...

The desire inside realities eyes,
Staring into peoples dreams...

Moaning whispers, rapid breathing,
Love slows down it’s time at play...