The Journey Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I know I haven't known you very long,
But between us both,
I feel that time is the most precious commodity, as it shouldn't be wasted, just as the water that slips beneath the cracks of the waterfalls that sing above twilight's whisper,
With each look of your eye I see this place,
A place hidden from view, within an eclipse of an blink,
If saught out it appears,
There,
Just north of the halos that's shone to protect it,
A paradise that knows no limit,
No bound,
Without clasp to hold it down,
Nor shackles to weigh the depth of how far I sink with each passing glance,
Or glimmer that follows the rise of your cheeks,
The aftermath of magic that's bestowed after each moment,
Before I knew It,
I was caught in an angels dream,
A gleam that goes far beyond that of the stars,
A place hidden just beneath a brow, a parallel window surrounded by the stardust that makes up the moon's crust,
Where love lives through an endless dream in an eclipse of an blink,
As a tourist I long to visit once more