Lucent

The dream I had

last, the night she softened

her eyes into natural pools

of warm ice,

melted inside me slowly,

and that patient lucidity still swims

around in my head.

In six years since,

this is distinctly nostalgia.

Able for a careful touch,

to just lay my head on her shoulder

in a singular dreamscape,

the long and light hair

sunk beneath my lucent skin.

I sighed,

and knew

just to see her, in this moment,

in this time, satisfied.

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[Astrid]

How lovely ~ It really pains a picture with elegant language :)