A precious feeling
touches the core
regardless of being.
Captures mind,
makes the heart sing
and soul beguiling.
It is a metaphor
no known odds
flowing within veins
unto the tiniest
nerve ends.
Hear the bells ringing
melodious choir singing
the voice of a lover
calling your name.
Eyes sweetly sparkling
wind caress and chilling
flipping feathered wings
toward wondrous heights
of everlasting realm.
Ecstasy confines
no lucid explanation
unimaginable, yet so amazing
surging . . . . drawn
from the recesses within.
A single finger click
flicker your eyes
from sleep
gone are the imagery;
left is a frozen memory.
