Blissful Landscape

Her smile is the landscape

Of my blissful consciousness,

The paradigm that carries

My disposition like a harness,

Reading the stories

From the book of her soul,

Each page catered with

Devotion, as if our dialogue

Were to be labeled as an intricate,

United oath,

Eyes are windows that

Express internal growth,

When I stare into her pupil

I feel her shades, emotions and tones,

Her smile is the blissful landscape

In my reality,

A reality that others

Will cease to ever know,

I’m awake yet I smile

With my eyes closed…

Nick F. Hawkins

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