So high above eagles' aeries, on the wingspread of a dove, the soft whispers of her devotion, her innocence, and her patience with me, her face of youth upturned in a veil of silken moonlight shadow, as the words enter into the domain of my psyche, she so sweetly bides, as I sleepily navigate countless scintillating stars that adorn so many souls' dreams, she gently awakens me in the eternal expanse of the galaxies- as I lay on the curve of the crescent moon.