Your Blonde Hair

Tiny dots around your eyes, facial changes and disguise. I am the bird with no wings, but my eyesight sees the old Egypt. My thoughts carry my visionary distances, I will find you even if I can't imagine you. I can create you in my deepest visions, the world inside my darkest dreams, you are my queen; you are what I can't see or be. You are on top of the oldest mountain, where earth meets the sun, where clouds meet the gods, of unknown worlds, my touch feels your senses. But the lines of lost dimensional feel, can't find what's real. As long as I have your blonde hair in my hands, nothingness will disappear, and I my darling, I will heal.