chasing the dream-like I’m chasing you
clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
wear you on my wrist
like a tattoo
not a name or a sign
but your eyes
so you can see what I see
the chandelier swaying
the view of a goddess tiptoeing
the stars weighing in.
never had view like this- I can tell
peaking once and then twice
a gaze looking back
and never breaking contact.
Saint's Muse 