It looks to me like a hundred sky lanterns flying
As our eyes meet in a symphonious romance,
Opening the doors to scale the deep and dark,
To the mystic world that is ours and just ours,
To revel in the trust and the divine auspice.
This is the love that the soul adoringly yearns,
One which is free from bleak rings of cynicism,
Which may just be mine for what it is,
But it be, the pure and beautiful as we be.
So I wish for