Amidst the throng of peregrines There I stood,
Wholly misplaced with my thought that roams
But as my underpinnings strode, a pulchritude
Moulded in honey, a man resplendently haloed,
Beamed at my way that turned into a rainbow.
Thine lips curved my divines, pricked like a goad
Hastening the rhythm of this heart a once cold.
In between seconds, I stopped and the world
It alloyed to pure white and soft cotton mold,
For my fate was told through the smile ye hold;
I can make my bed and rest ahead, to dream---
Build dream anew with you I'll eternally unfold.
Yet, space between time, it passed like the night,
That dreams become honest, reveal what is true.
Beautiful things, some, are like birds in flight;
Must they be free, flaunt the wings they grew.
Must they be free, and here it all ends---
