Deep inside the haze of a chilly dream
I remember the beauty of her countenance.
She was like a vision out of time
With her hair strewn under wispy shades of strawberry clouds;
Peering out as if from the heavens;
As an unlikely moment frozen beyond the pillars of a
Fantastic fantasy or embodiment of the fluid
Vastness of each and every sunrise.
But, no, this was real;
This was true; and only the demons of a lost
Realm might be able to discern the confusion of
A moment so palpable and so crisp,
That the wind itself could only be still
With regards to the magic gaze of
Eyes burned inside each other.
Yes, oh yes, she was all woman.