Harmony played in my hands today; 
in the wake of a shimmer 
where a marigold sky weakened 
behind the horizon's embrace.
Then a pouring of twilight blue
assumed her nocturnal commitment.

An imponderable beauty decended from above.

He swayed through spheres 
that imploded every challenge assembled. 
He patiently immunized my lonely soul. 
He sang me a melody of succumbing 
to the oddities of love: implausible to my ears,
I knew the words.

He bordered near the sight of insanity,
and asked if I could take his hand and join him there; 
somewhere, in infinity's cradle, 
to the paradise of our choice, 
where we could vaunt this miracle 
to journal, and enlighten those
who seek nothing but the semblance
of this adventure.

With convictions trickling, like the raindrops
that began to fall, we stood seductively drawn
to the chemistry of nature's whim.