I dont want to wake up from this dream. I'm sitting in my world, and
shes right beside me, but she is mine and we love. Her name is not fitting of
her beauty (for what name can be?). I am her's and she is mine.
	Well, one day I woke and realized that there was something. It was
clear as my sun, or the empty space out of the atmosphere. I'd been there once,
but she wasnt there, so I came back. What I saw was astounding, and
unexplainable. I woke up and she was staring straight into my face which on
any normal day would have frightened me dearly. Her face, expression, love, was
so friendly that I was not scared. No, it was a normal day, on any abnormal day
I would have been scared, any day before then that is. When I woke, she was
there, and her eyes were already staring into mine, not without depth, like one
would have expected for someone who had been staring for so long, but directly
into mine, as if I had only blinked. She was angelic.
	Her eyes are satin azures, in that they move smoothly and are pleasing
to the eye; they were shiny, big, pure, and blue. She has a smile which would
intrigue any person, a near - half - circle, large, and she shows every one of
her front half of teeth. Her teeth are not misshapen, and are well cleansed -
she shows them any - every - time she smiles.  She has dimples which cause her
cheeks to go outward like a blossoming flower. Her cheeks are very soft and
gently sloping. Her nose is pointy, but small and points gently upward. Her
hair is smooth and thick, and shines every time it sways or flows with the
wind. It is long as her arms and is a light orange - red hue, and its colours
vary from almost conventional red to a yellowish - orange colour. she will
usually have this free, but sometimes puts it up so that her lovely fair neck
can be seen more well, or to free herself from its continual need for
attention. She is a little bit shorter than I, and her legs are shorter and
more defined than most. Her torso is not so tiny, but is cushioned and has
gentle curves. Her back is arched modestly like a tree bending to the wind. Her
arms are shorter than many, but are not to much so. Her forearm is short as
well, with very little hair which is even a fairer form of that on her head,
and gently forms into her hands, which are small, her fingers slightly thicker
than most, which make them appear younger. Her fingernails come to the tips of
her fingers, and no more, and are well kept. Her feet are small and curve
delicately. Her skin is very fair, smooth, creamy and pure. It is very radiant,
and glows like the crescent moon during the nighttime when the lunar light is
not blocked by clouds. She is very ticklish, but will not be tickled unless I
attempt to do so; her sensitivity is beautifully chiseled. She will smile at
many things I say, but only speak if it is necessary, which leads to many
moments that are perfectly quiet and still. When she does speak, she does so
with such utmost clarity, sweetness, and intelligence that she leaves her lover
speechless, often because he wants to hear her say more, often because he is
awed by the beauty and power of her words, and sometimes simply because he
wishes to hear the echo of her voice grace his ears a thousand more times.
She will not ever be hateful or mean, and is rarely sad. She handles her
despair by fixing her problems or talking to me about them while we embrace, so
that she can be secure and never have to be alone in any respect. She walks
slowly, smoothly, and calmly, as if she were one with the ground. She always
seems one with everything she touches, even when she is asleep she seems to
know everything about her pillow, when she holds a flower she knows every minor
detail about it. She is gentle and loving and sensitive and compassionate and
caring and calm, and shows these traits in everything that she does. She even
has wings, which are pure white and strong. They are not visible to most who
would see her, but those she wishes to know her will plainly see that she can
soar higher than any other person, through even the heavens (either that of
space or the kingdom in the sky). She is an angel.
	She was staring directly into my eyes, and that was when I realized
that I was no longer alone. She could tell me anything without speaking; I
need only to stare into her large azures and both my thoughts would be her's,
and her's mine. We would become one instantly (but who can know time when they
are with such a person?). When we were one together we could do anything we
desired. I could fly, and she could walk. We did everything we wished; we were
free.
	One day she had to leave me, and I never broke my promises to her, for
I never left her. I can still remember everything about her, and she can about
me. Sometimes I see her eyes stare back at me when I look up some days, and
sometimes I can see her skin at night when I watch our moon pass by. When I see
a spring flower blooming it's her hair, when I see a bird soaring above me, it
has her wings. She's everywhere I look. At night I dream of her, and its
sometimes more realistic that reality. I start to wonder if it was all a dream,
but every year, when spring comes, I smell the new fresh air, and i recall her
fragrance. The dream is real.

11/12/2002