. . . When I think of you, my mind wanders far and near         thoughts echo in my heart and between each smile, I hear  . . . 

 . . . She's a quiet myth, a mystery rising
       wielding blue magic before a golden dawn
       Her soft silence is a cool moment
       Her essence is the air I float on . . .

. . .  She's my cherry blossom Sunday 
       my butterfly breeze on a summer day
       She's my sweet sensual dream girl
       and everything else along the way . . .

. . . She swirls Our Cloud with pastel shades
      captures me with Her ways of wonder
      feeling as if I know the riddles of the rain-maker  
      the secrets in lightning - the song in thunder . . .

. . .  She sings my praise thru glorious tales
       revealing this on the Hill before the Immortals
       She is the bright moonlight on their mystic door
        illuminating runes as we slip thru their Portals . . .

. . . What a divine gift to have such a lovely Soulmate
      awakened by my Muse to truly begin
      now we circle the farthest reaches of the cosmic curve
      then follow the celestial spiral back to Our Kingdoms within . . .