Carved.
There's nothing I could do in this very moment.
I opened my eyes to you
in a dream where I carved
The sky and sand.
My hand touched your skin.
The eyebrows matched my paintings
And the peak of your eyes.
Your lips were perfect like
Velvet soft blankets, and
Comfortable was your voice that soothed my aches.
But love not this, I loved
Your soul, the essence of
Love in unconsciousness is calm.
When awoken, the light enters
my body, and I smile again.
I loved every part of you,
But not the false flawlessness
of your being true.
So I only love to dream about you.
