Evanescent Dream Poem by Ananta Drusus Ectorius

I can wait years.
Can see the whites
Those rosy lines and pearls laying across
As I hear the quirky melody from the pearls
The warmth
The rays boldly smiling through the window
Upon a twirling sight
As it gently rocks across the wood.
The bliss one could feel from the sight.
The radiance of galaxy upon the other
Yet when I awake
All she could see was a smile and a glisten.
Across the reflection
For It shall remain a dream that it is.