Silver Winter

Dear angel of mine; my dearest heart's desire; lover dearest an opening for a different someone for the name in my heart is different from the picture my dreams present I long for it to be you at least so I know my dreams are true I long for it to be you to claim you as my Juliet to claim you as my white, shining rose to say you are my abundant source of happiness to savor your kiss claim your love as my life and light soon ask you to be my lovely wife for you are my source of inspiration the lyrics to my divertimento but you are fiction or so it seems You are fiction or so it seems for perceptibility has succeeded in deceiving eyeless, amaurotic to know of your existence Are you a castle in the air, a vagary or am I a victim of the incident of coincidence Pink, the only color to remind me of you a lighter shade of purple pride ad royalty Pink, the ribbon I wear in search of you April, since April I have conducted my search to find but I am a key in snow a limerick lost in the crowd of haikus slowly shrouding me in the nature of night while I could swear on a stack of everything I love I saw an image of you as something bright camouflaged you from me Bailey! ! ! ! Bailey...the only name I could think to give for it's the only name I heard when I saw you last Bailey? ? ? Bailey... please, perceptibility don't deceive me vagary, castle in the air are you trapped within it can you get out, if not I'll help you somehow ...You are fiction, well so it seems... ...Bailey... how are you so real to me... ...Bailey... you turned my copper Spring into a silver Winter but left in a silent whisper or has it all just been an illusion sent by the red raven of the river under the white tree the image, it couldn't be; still sketched heavily resembling heaven...no... The name in my heart is different from the picture my dreams present I long for it to be you...at least so I know my dreams are true Cause you are real to me but am I real to you... Have you dreamt of me too... ...Bailey...