mystic dreams

nothing as real as the air I breath...

nothing as clear as the dreams I dream...

I am unable to discern where her beauty may begin or ends, and if it ends at all.

it is as though I am lifted to the highest cloud, only to peer down upon her delicate and graceful existence.

pondering this creature's nature.

what happenstance is this to allow such a mystic creature enter my vision.

is there a stinger that hides beneath?

what poison waits for me in this kiss?

nothing as real as the life which I have lived.

nothing as true as my hands which yearn for her.

I am unable to wake when her eyes lay deep within my gaze.

it is as though I am waiting on this bridge, only to catch the wave which carries her and her fierce passion.

pondering her pure divinity.