Perception is the purest reality
& sometimes my love, I scale the gates of Heaven on this bird wings,
while praising your notability.

It's the marvel of kinship,
the eerie ribbon you've plaited us with & this arrow
now lay to rest as the key to bare my wildest dreams.

Sometimes I long to be that arrow
fired over the bow bridge and above the flames
that proceeding you, consumed me.

I am the recipient of your cherish & that I will
until the dirt pressed on my chest
takes my breath away
as you did before my journey to enriched day's.