Blank sheet rolled out like a fresh coating of snow,

I suppose those closest to the mountain understand it best,

I’ve been blessed, watched the sun set,

shadow massed trees of silhouettes of statues or tattoos,

something has been permanently engraved in my skin held deep with in,

And time has frozen our moment with movement of future tomorrows,

blank sheet was cleaned by yesterdays rain,

soaking in the mist the trees sigh looking at I,

just a dreamer trying to freeze her in time.

Awake from my wet dream,

In which I was in water’s wet slick touch,

In paradise hid away in God’s garden.