Sweven

Sweven:

A vision seen in sleep, a dream.

The fogs of night did nothing to your beauty,

The stars, they twinkled in time with you, their duty

My sweven come to life, a dream fulfilled

A vision in sleep and wake, ichor spilled.

The gods, they say, don’t walk among mere mortals,

I’d beg to differ, looking into your eyes, deeper than portals.

Galaxies shone in them, constellations in your iris,

Purples and blues in dark pools, a shine none would miss.

I rub away the mists in front, but your beauty pierces through,

Oh Lord, mine eyes are blessed on this day by you.

A vision, in sleep and wake, your captivating eyes,

And dull ones can’t escape their gaze, no matter how hard tries.

Polished sheen to forgotten jewels, a glimmering spell.

A beauty so visceral, those blind can still smell.

Sweven come to life, dreams do come true,

Your presence is a bane to every single rue.