Wise Woman

I'm losing touch with reality as she stares back at me, through screens and written words, we exhange a curse. A rule, an effect, a strange connect. It's sometimes said, that most choose in their heads, to rather have money than truth, but when the question is asked, what exactly is romance, the point cannot be explained in words. Honey, so sweet, has been brought to me. A woman so kind, is invading my mind, and I do nothing to resist this unfamiliar bliss. When old days go, and new days come, will you think of me as you watch the morning sun? We search the skies, we search our minds, we search for a while for many things. Through chains and restraints, I can hear her sing, a soft melody of joy, and opera of conflict. For a while, for a moment, for a mere second of time, I'll surrender all my restrictions to embrace her mind. For wind admist a flame, ignites to her name, what superb pain is the reality of things.