A Mid-Afternoon's Dream

Let us drift, you and me, Beyond -- Straight into eternity -- To where eyes need not see, And like pearls can gleam Brightly as the morning sea Washing along the shore line, Revealing treasure long-hidden; Never far, perhaps a tad forgotten Is it any less treasurable? Perhaps more.. Even beyond measurable: Now that sand has been uncovered And this beauty recovered-- But let us not digress.. Lest we act like a congress And bumble like baboons No. Let not depreciation occur Let treasure's interest concur And incur cherishment -- Even if buried under shore-- Never losing any value Not to this man of sinew... For I miss my treasure I miss the pearl eyes And their delicate sighs... My love and my pleasure. Indeed, I miss what salt Has tried to cover And make covert Putting time to fault.. Yes.. as I circumnavigate This poem and its sporadic tone Like ancient lines in old tomes Of words that may rhyme with circumnavigate That may lend meaning To the overall message The theme preceding... Have I told you I love you today? Love you like Earth loves May The month of rebirth and life, Of splendid weather and pipers' fife , That creates a smile radiant Of a perfect hue; a gradient Far beyond the most beautiful colour, Far beyond any god's favour... Have I told you I love you lately? Perhaps some time you may allow me (In the form of some better rhymes) To express the most aeonic words Which like the artist’s palette Encapsulate exactly how I feel about you, alone, My darling, Dana.