Silver and Gold

wet hair surrounds my face as I stare into this virtual space... of Kinshala in all her blue wearing a catsuit (with ears too) and within peerings I hold heart hearings, that whisper longings - You... (there's nothing else I can do...) Albeit days bygone, in languid sky passing by, I often stop mid - blink, and spy at misty dreams that climb new heights while sipping time, unwritten - my unobtrusive wrinkled sky...sublime that we should even attempt this try at visions rich - But why? ...to reconvene such a super Scene ...to flabbergast, and Behold !! To summon from the Crypt of Olde, a wealth beyond silver, and of Gold...