It is that conscious stretch in the mental field;
an arrangement of reason taking shape in thought.
What would my life have been if I never met you.
The never-ending neural cycle that is my love for you.
Every fantasy, every mind-numbing scenario structured;
an infrastructure of ideas animating a dreamscape.
You whisper from the neural depths of consciousness:
Please do not forget our entanglement in time.
It is the pleasant wish for repositioning animation;
an enigmatic approach towards our quantum attraction.
Could some thoughts be affecting the outcome of time.
I sense through the visual pattern your generalised phenotype.
Your beauty in the corner of the eyes from the observing universe.
Your particular smile, way of appearance and carrying of self.
Its carrying constant arranges observations in my variable field.
Mind matters matter, so mind matters in the projection.
Wonderous of course, but simultaneously obvious.
The dream birthed itself through energetic dynamics.
It was bound to happen from before time itself.
So your smile echoes through the wall of my mind.
What would my life have been without you.
Your eyes within our simultaneous dreamscape.
Hiding behind invisible thoughts believed real.
If just only, a few moments closer, like never before.
