Gentle Vision

Forever into a river our hearts kayaking, adrift a fantasy.

I mourn such movie eyes seeping into consciousness,

waltzing upon

light bulbs.

I love you holy my heart, which dares to sin.

Wickedness embodies a castle, haunts a soul, ten pages

into a text. We die there, sealing darkness, falling into

fires. It was ever our joy, splitting self, spinning a small

lie. I value perception given, a mended key, savoring

gelato. Time has become a miracle—our bliss; ever a life,

swimming sadness, laughing through tears.

I love you darkened my heart, which dares to pray.

Such is wealth, an endless prom, clad in sky-fall. What is

worth: hands of truth, a vocal force, even concrete vows.

So float where bells sang, a camouflaged sage, framing

passion enflamed.