eireann

The vibration of your touch and the sweet tenderness of your kiss is exactly what my dreams are made of
and you take away my fear that this is synthetic steadfast sympathies of loneliness.
the room fades and it is
only
you
only
me
here in this symphony of...
my sorrow for the morrow and your joy for the moment.
your eyes dance with my soul in unison for a prayer of this moment that should never end
and is etched in the sketch of this memory I am making.
The cynic in me is giving way to dreams I often ponder the possibility of plausibility.
I live in this dream world
praying for you...
and now truth may come to me in your blue eyes and small laughs and strange accents and pushing away the cat
and in this synthetic symphony I realize that apathetic abolition of analysis has made this moment...
this moment..
maybe a moment in the
history of steadfast sincere symphonies
that make up...me.