The Art Surreal

Can I convey in simple words at all the world she gives me

how such natural things have gone unclaimed

For so long it seems, bypassed in dreams such beauty I've forgotten.

Her thought unbarred, my vision cleansed for these are gifts not asked

her words release me,

her mind intrigues me,

I so wish the time to pass

Show me the forest and simple things it seems I've lost

for time has left me here beside her

my wits are cast across

The river now seems full of life and chance

and even though the music stops I cannot help but dance

Intoxicated by her scent of spring; the rain

come down on me a gentle way

and somehow makes me sane.

Should she know the way it changed me,

the kiss and sand alone,

how an eternity I'd like to spend in study

of she and what we've sewn

All of this, in and by any other name it's true,

might be considered only something different, something new

Yet my heart and mind as one can see

what little my eyes reveal,

the unique nature of what I've found

In her an art surreal.