Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that

Within truth is seldom told from the

I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning

none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees

Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs

I feel your magic in dreams and see stardust

Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble

Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void

The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers

As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet

I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love

You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

we waltz in visions under the stars and share

the essence of your love permeates my soul