Maybe it is happiness

Those blue eyes
you will nowhere find.

Strings of shiny brown hair,
lightly winding
cuddling the air.
As she tenderly
turns on her toes,
she dances softly
with my sleep,
sparkling, bathed in the day,
brights in the mute greenery
in a giggle of teardrops

She has candles
in her troat
the white wrist.
She whiter
even more

into oyster wet
her two cheeks are moss
with waterfall slime