A work of otherworldly art...
made from roaring brush strokes
drawing their shape from
horizons outside of time,
preordained me to invoke
A similar surrealism
within you,
that any utterance
from me be not unlike
your beautifully incinerating
cerulean glance
through which I've seen
ambrosial loving expression
&
blood freezing contempt
I knew not it's form,
though it's always
flowing intricately, transmuting;
that which I couldn't stop
myself from expressing.
An inexplicable admiration,
so immoderately immense,
that these tempered words might
last in antiquity to you.
She whose coruscant ambition could rend the
dense black stone of cruel fate to ash.
Our sun & moon ablaze
has shown it's
alabaster iridescence upon
perfection on our world...
only once.
Thank you.