A face, sprinkled across the azure skies
beckons to the bottomless pit of my soul.
Indemnified against the timeless ticks of timepieces
beckoning to the bottomless pit of my life.
Her face, scattered among wispy whitecaps of the ocean
akin to the illusions of beauty;
lost among the scrolls of love
given to fiercely lit sunshine.
If ever the light of this sunshine
lights along your life inside,
that is the pure light of love
inside of that your dream.
The Love may be such a dream
seen only by the sunshine lit minds;
The Dream might perhaps be life
seen only when the mind has seen her face.
I ask her, beg her to allow me,
allow me to see her sunshine,
to live in her life,
to dream, her dream.