A purple shaded sky sleeps silently
above timid young restless souls,
observing a glossy full moon rise
from out under the glistening ocean.
The moon enhances reflection's of light
upon the mirroring water, as it strikes
back toward the sky, creating stars
amongst the moon, and forming shapes
easily visible to the creative souls.
Aquatic shaded eyes statically acquaint
a moment of suppressed contentment,
sitting upon trampled Chrysanthemums,
grazing fingertips through strands of brunette hair,
gently rubbing down idyllic skin, sinking into
her palm, her touch, her warmth; perfection.
Rapturous echoes from a prolix wind,
producing crashing waves along the
vigorous rocky shore, biting boulders,
ripping chunks of stone from tremendous
rock, digesting the calm in ease.
Swiftly swept to sea, under the silky
beautiful moon, she drowns in silence,
neglected from reality, she never exist.
For she is a dream, a dream never dies.