Reflected

Dream of wisps
Crisps, refreshing.
Your smile, your laugh.
Oh wow that laugh.

A toy is a marble.
Ever polished, cloudy.
Rolling in your palm,
Comforting.
Sketch in plaster,
My music master.

That laugh, love.
You strum on a clear,
A first yellow spill
Into me
Atmosphere.

Wide awake, into the stars
Of my reflected smiles.
For miles, and miles.
Shakespeare was wrong;
No ravens, no doves.
Just love. For you just love.