Curious Spirits dance upon clouds of wonder as
Tattered reality looms amongst Mystery's Shadow

Reminiscent minds reach, to gather
Envisioned tenderness yet to be birthed

Hankered Souls drift within Mystery's engulfing sea,
Desperate cries of Silence, beg for Passions' surf.

Wondrous yearning for her existence, his paradox passion
for a Fallen Angel, long before they had ever met.

Their eyes would meet in bonds of trice forever, as
Time has no existence, an eternal second lingers.

Magical echoes summon the Dreamers song
of the hopes, that each soul is a twin to be found
within a silent moment, without beginning nor end,
that hangs in their brief stare of unspoken wanton love.

An instant of happiness lay touchless, soundless
in aching hearts of imagined desire's draw.

Glazed allure yearns to weave within
the spider web of fate, and cling to
Eternity's windowpane.

Whispering winds whistle the rhythm,
carried upon the wings of doves, and beckon
him to sing his truth.

Afraid but to speak which he has known endlessly,
fearful of her acceptance or rejection of this ominous
presence that exists undeniably whenever they meet.

Come to me, my precious...
I belonged to you, before we
Knew each other even existed.

Our love is eternal, created before time,
Waiting to emerge from our woven cocoon,
We are the Dreams we both have had,
On the day meet, we shall ever know,
You are my Butterfly, I am your sky,
Let us soar upon our destined flight.

~WJL~