Painted Memory

And I could not quite recall the first night of seeing her face. It was a feeling. A bliss. A nonchalance.

Her cheek so tender. Her gaze hypnotic. Trance like. Trance fixed. But her remedy spoke clearer.

"Go closely to the cusp of your peace. Gaze beyond this all!" she cried.

"It is all but a dream. It is all but a dream.".