You sat on a cloud,
but gentle touch,
approaching as the moon met the eyes of the stars.
I wanted to speak,
but my words were lost in the air,
escaping and then falling into nothing as you drank from the fountain of my youth,
destined to always remain as you were.
I watched you,
my eyes apprehensive,
wishing for nothing but the moment to go on for a minute, maybe more,
wielding your witchcraft,
severe stare, suddenly soft,
daring my dreams to be a little bolder.