Tongue's Betrayal

Feelings clear as alpine creek,
Mist creeping from the valley of anxiety.
Clouds hanging deep, hanging from strings of fear.

Is it too soon?

Blue spanning, from indigo sea to cobalt skies,
Immutable greens, reaching from nether canyons,
Close but not ever close enough.

Oh, don’t you feel the same?

What if the mighty peek turned to repelling fire,
And disgusted streams of magma started flowing,
Turning vigorous trees to solitary ash.

For am I stuck dreaming or is this for real?

Forming glorious marble in your image,
With wings of shimmering gold,
As gods travel to marvel,
I had a perplexing vision.

You will hate me.

Cornucopia of countless riches,
From mysterious strangers and unfaithful leaders,
All wishing to see what has inspired,
To feel the touch of angel I desire.

All that I know is,
That oceans seem like minuscule puddles,
The tallest mountains like puny pebbles,
As long as I can dream about you.

All I know is,
I love you.