Vision

She assess him through eyes not old

Story not know, yet to be told

Why is it that they look that way, colour so clear?

Deep and glazed, something familiar and dear

Cloth is crisp and waves a slow motion

It is she, so womanly that causes commotion

Grace around her changes the atmosphere's bubble

A slow peace, cannot truly be trouble

Smooth and bright, both aura and skin

Cautious intelligence, characteristically akin

Within normal proximity there is a strange feeling

Vision is blurred, but layers of something are pealing

Despite a vortex of existence being the norm

This proximity feels like the eye of a storm

Her movement shifts all, reality is just a haze

Only known to the Knower, they occupy a maze

For now dead ends and turns, but that memory persists

The path to the centre neither one knows to resist

Because known to eachother is obvious with sight

Her climate follows, holding him, as a right

They look that way, shining certainty into the void

Any and all barriers, no chance, destroyed

Their warmth and depth clues for clarity

Were just signs of a deep and eternal familiarity

Mazes and storms, all things have a centre

Eachother is theirs, for when their souls enter -

It feels like it did always and forever

Change over time? Not this, never

Something about that time when she first assessed him

Sticks in the mind amongst the ocean they swim

Was not ready to see, really see, those eyes

But when it happens

And it happened

That tight feeling of 'lost' surely dies

Destined to be intertwined unified as one

The centre calls to them, brighter than the sun

From her, he realised he could never be detached

A vision beyond vision, beauty unmatched