As my mood paints me I trace my day and by doings so I add color to the stars.

A moment forged by love and the desire to share with all creatures this new burst of life.

Why is it true love comes so hard a labyrinth beyond a spiders web do my eyes gaze filled with separate stories and the trickery of a master’s touch.

My thoughts are broken like tiny stems succumbed to by hard rain.

Everything around me says I’m awake yet I cannot move from this haze which clouds my sight.

Strips of memories, of walking with her, her soft voice whispering seductions with every word unknowing of the power she has.

And I can not help myself as I stare to her in awe and complete abandonment.

Exhibiting all the signs of a child lost in an imaginary world for the first time.