Eyes dilate at the first abstraction <br />Dreaming their way through a void of suns <br /> <br />Portals appear in the mind’s expansion <br />Stirring the soul as the waking comes <br /> <br />Here turns the key to those hidden treasures <br />Showered by praise from the gods above <br /> <br />Making the jewels of forbidden pleasures <br />Objects of touch in the fall of love.....<br /><br />Alison Mary Dunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-47/
