A Touchless Dream Poem by Rylan Ollivier

If i must live as a distant stranger to you,
All i ask is that you let down your hair,
Expose your beauty to the world,
To illuminate that dark corner, and provide warmth to many.
Give freedom to hasten a heart and draw an eye.
The beauty of your self clashes with an ugly world,
and spills onto those poor souls of music,
to give countless dreams.
If i wonder how you will love me,
Sending me flashes of hope and light,
how then, can you not love me?
Am i to wander on heavens clouds feeling for that earthly touch?