Breeze

I flow into a field of flowers, the gentle breeze that kindly whispers the way.

I release this intense forcefield blocking that old rusty door.

Nervously I enter, this is nothing I’ve experienced before, but I will not go back.

Emerald lights are beaming beyond, my heart knows it’s OK to make the move.

I am beginning to trust in her so much more now, she wholeheartedly wants what is best for me.

She notices the blissful sparkles upon my eyes and dreams of seeing this forever.

For all of the things I may love and desire there is no desire greater than the sparkles she sees surrounding my eyes.