When the wind whispers so delicately into the ear of an intoxicated lover,

It is as though the symphonies of the heavens

have elevated the feeble mortal senses.

They dance like a fool amidst the blinded skeptics,

Existing in an oasis of bliss where the soul feels liberated.

Minutes collapse into hours and hours into days,

As the skies transcend from the cooling veil of dusk, to the burning canopy of dawn.

But no concept of time or space is ever too great,

to awaken the one who is truly awake.