In humble amazed balance
we try to stand
in the force of the wind
that blows back our hair
as we realize the power
of what lays sleeping within
grasping the divinity we are
even if only in fleeting moments
seeing the reflection of our whims
be they beautiful dreams or fears
manifest everyday
in the storyboard we walk
and today my dreams are of you
in the storyboard we walk
and today my dreams are of you
wanting so dearly to know you as finally I have begun
my friendly ethereal vaporous wispy companion
made only of the light as you are
though even that is only a dream
though even that is only a dream
oh how I do love the locks of your hair
that curl in your imagination and mine
and the touch of your soft angelic skin
existing only as long as we wish it into being
giving rise to this splendorous moment
called forward by a thousand perfect intersections
where two lips might have easily missed touching
but touch they did and in their blossoming love
or even their resisted unwilling participation
gave birth to a rebirth again and again
that lead us to each other's doors
so that we could see
through the windows
that are our own hearts
wherein lives
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