In the crescent of your eyes

The sun tiptoes across your smile,

Losing way to beauty's essence,

From the crinkles that form around your nose,

To the crows feet that cress your eyes,

Forever in a dream, angel of mine,

Forever in a dream,

Distance seperates the seconds,

Minutes ache from the touch of reality,

Still your voice haunts me by the weight of your touch,

Love slips away by the lukewarm bay,

Sights not forgotten by the hands that caressed the breaths you took in front of me,

The taste of you remains,

Fruitful, 

As the moon turns from whole to crescent,

Simply,

Longing for the paradox of your touch,

Forever in a dream,

Am I,

Forever in a dream