Feel the pitter patter
dancing of rain
across sand seared face,
Blown glass eyes,
sizzle in drizzled
dazzling pain.
Sunburnt into reality,
their glare - distant and glazed.
The hairs on neck raised,
as prisms of light phase,
rainbows leaving you amazed,
but their light never shines as vivid
and beautiful as the one
that encircles you.
Through heat haze stares,
that shimmery gaze
when you witness
a sight that
will forever
stay etched
onto the
still molten glass,
as it takes shape.
Sheer beauty can never be denied
access to the locked door
of your mind.
That beauty flying free,
she has created
worlds inside of me,
islands of solitude,
with only her words
floating,
sowing seeds of hope
through the minds
patchwork landscape.
In every breath that gusts
I'm glad she exists
sprinkling her star dust
over this world of us.
She doesn't know
how far her inspiration
has blown,
or how many little fires
she has stoked inside.
When her world
and my dreams collide,
It's like the atmosphere
has become supercharged.
Zipping energy provides the urge,
electricity surges between us.
Keeping our batteries recharged.
Thanks for reading
