Supernova shine

Through the glare of a phone screen

I floated on sunbeam streams

a picture of beauty, the lady of my dreams

framed in lights of ruby, a vision that gleams

There in front of me, illusion flickers like electricity, glittery

a presence that soothes the injuries of history

bathed in bright light, the lady with bewitching delivery

talks to me at night, of all life's great mysteries

She stands under shooting star skylines

a silhouette against the supernova shine

as comets collide, the universe realigns

and we dream of sun burnt coastlines, our hearts combined

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.