I am lost in the cloud of the green valleys that remind me of all the places I’ve seen with your eyes. Take me there. Push my buttons with your fingertips and see the pale blue tomorrow that wakes when you say the words. Hold me there in empty beds and staircases and dreams and the mountain tops without temples. How many people have walked those stairs and taken those pictures they came for and never seen the beauty of the untouched, or looked up to see what they saw…invisible, immaculate, immovable…and precious, and fragile and temperate. There is a fine line between my love and her eyes. Her eyes are mine.