As though the world around me is quiet,
Often a need to visualize, create, imagine
Steps in to fill the awkward silence.
While outside my world nature exist yet
So frequent is my own deprecating engine
I lose focus only to struggle my penance.
In a world away, she in fantasy remind
Is elegance an earned response to love
When two soul might only contemplate.
He is reliant upon his knowledge of her kind
To appreciate her beauty searching skies above,
It is that forest of mystique where we relate.
While wanting only to suggest he is always nearby,
Her spell echoes internal wood – sing sweet sigh.