ethereal-winged

Impossible, I thought, or at the very least improbable was the word that came to mind. Your face too familiar- your eyes, those eyes, their deep-impenetrable depths their flashes of light and all thoughts, dreams frozen in amber held within an enchanted grove, the inner recesses of my heart found there, unchanged, everlasting. So when I was all dizzy heartbeats and mismatching wishes, your eyes came back to mind, your image, a shining beacon. And within I saw something else, a land beyond, a lost land, place of dreams, a sky somehow higher than others, truer, lifting my childish wishes up and making all landlocke