Eyes dilate at the first abstraction
Dreaming their way through a void of suns
Portals appear in the mind’s expansion
Stirring the soul as the waking comes
Here turns the key to those hidden treasures
Showered by praise from the gods above
Making the jewels of forbidden pleasures
Objects of touch in the fall of love.....
Alison Mary Dunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-47/
