Slowly...creeping through the passage of time,
grinding the days,
milling through the nights
Heights of my dreams are signs
of my sweet lady in the distance...
floating through the pastel mist
of the present
she will settle into my arms
and my lips shall kiss her tenderness...
the warmth of her neck,
the soft of her breasts
Nonchalantly, the Father of Infinity
walks silently between
the space separating her from me...
Bearing his soul in its entirety...
And I am at his mercy