In a Distant Dream

In a place faraway, your eyes hold a bejeweled, luminous sky, Each a sphere divine in which stars are birthed and swim. Envied are these heavenly dwellers for their place on high, Privileged are they, privy to your every fancy and whim. In a land beyond, your laughter peals honeyed through air Palsied by melancholy words and stillborn dreams, Trills a cadence that soars ever higher like a diva’s dare, With each seraphic note, inspires ballads in endless reams. In a world apart, your smile curls lips with a sinuous grace Nary a painter’s palette nor sculptor’s chisel can capture, Lines flow eternal to make every calloused heart race, Kindle threadbare minds with untold shades of rapture. In a distant dream, your hand sprinkles a fine dust of bliss, Thus is this city of paltry charm a blessed place anointed. Oh how many eternities must I endure till our fateful tryst, When my weary soul, at last, is by your beauty transported?