I struck out high and wide into the farthest desert skies.
Grinnin’ silly, sittin’ pretty, trippin’ to the rhyme.
The hues below a wildfire, splashed across the land.
I dabbed my sight in deepest blue, to elucidate the vision.
Through the portal-left I dropped my gaze from up-on high,
saw that which her ancient heart for-ever had desired.
Awe I felt to say the least, awash in radiance;
the antiquated reflection of love she lost inside.