Like A Gentle Kiss

The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away A traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light as I dream beneath the umbra of a lost forgotten day Silently I revel by the flowered gates of Paradise jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time A harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes as I float towards its cadence, I feel quite sublime... Ephemeral presences with feel and touch of home everything is moving smoothly as I begin to slide Judgement day, I have arrived, here I stand alone waiting before the Jury, it makes no sense to hide Here inside this fragranced Kingdom an aromatic bliss, permeating right through heaven, just like a gentle kiss.