Sitting with the pleasant aroma of aged leaves,
I smell a fragrance wrought by heaven with a gentle breeze.
Roaming these corridors of splendor in compassionate delight,the door of thoughts can restrain boundless love no longer,I see her soft complexion:every beautiful line and curve equivalent to a million angelsflying from every direction.
Sitting encased by the black veil of night,t
Soaring through the space of endless time,like some enchanted eagle soaring through the domain of its very spirit,my desire to stare in her lovely eyes unleashes a memory:
I remember a particular moment,a stare so delicate, warm, and replete with unbridled compassion,a stare that had--for a minute--forgotten the rusty chains that bind us apart.
I sit in the dark of night,awaiting the twilight's shining way,
Sitting at the end and the beginning of the new,
I see two moments entwined to project a pleasant view.
Drifting down the stream of colors permeating from the vibrant crack in the sky,thoughts lead inward to a memory in my mind,a beautiful view, an equivalent shine,
I remember it like yesterday,so warm and lively,
Melting with compassion, as I think of watching both shine in my eyes at the same time,