An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble... 'twas but a lifetime ago when she floated as if in a dream when the whistling winds called out her name while the truth was revealed of her love supreme she walked into the barren landscape of my world and carved-up an exclusive place excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute a passion blazing with renewed belief with solitude consigned to the shadows and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light her love an endless sea of possibility washing up against the shores of my moonless night and when that burst of colour came through like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight her face like a revelation shone as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight and though a lifetime ago it seems she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong in the haven of her warm embrace as I gaze lovingly at her wondrous face and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher it takes but a moment with her to know that these feelings shall prevail for they diminish not, as they continually grow spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above for here is where I always hope to be anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea so allow me to thank thee for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought so stay well, sweet one and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue and know forever that these scribbled words are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...