pictureque is this hillside scene
bathed in a wash of beautiful twilight
waves calmly break on the shores of a dream
eloquent, the cool whispers of an ocean breeze.
gaze upward to the cosmic ceiling
the mighty sky is but a canves of memories
a glistening sense of loss to send us reeling
through an enchanting ballet, nonetheless
these opens a moonlight path to the horizon
a gateway from which a fragile form appears
face smooth and pale as a porcellain doll
skin as pure white as the container last seen in
her realm is one of darkness
an eternity within thoughts
visible only to closed eyes
her eyes shine like that of distant stars
mute, she need never say a word for me.
in my unconscious frame I hve found liberation
from the dull ache of sorrow
to extend a hand and pull her from this ethereal
existence in dark reverie
to keep the promise of never leaving
in the face of dawn
may we rejoice in slumber
watch the horizon begin the glow
the soft embrace falls away
feel the beating heart begin to slow
learn to grieve all over again
my heart breacks with the dawn
