Do you know when you look at me It is a salvation

And I knew when I entered her I was

high wind in her forests hollow

fingers whispering sound

a rivers increasing ripples arise

from the root.

This beauty so elegantly covered

enwrapped in the opaque mist of earliest dawn

wavering between certain and uncertainty

unknowingly infected by her own truth.

The portal of her eyes

opens an entire galaxy

unscathed by wordly precepts

only reverberate the loves rumble

endlessly into the black.