Your Aura Doesn’t Bore

When I think of her,
I think of doves flying freely while painting its own aurora borealis in the sky.
I think of an Amazonian Princess who trots down her forest,
Flushed underneath sparkling rain drops forming a wet silhouette of light on our soil.
I think of many things.
But,
What I care for the most is that you’re in each and every single thought manifested.
A dream one can have for eternity…
But,
Like every dream ever conjured,
They all begin with a hint of Darkness…