You always said this was what you wished for,
that which you yearned for but could never achieve.
So now I ask you, with more than a little hesitancy,
Is this as you imagined it would be?
This azure spiral sparked with gold,
gently turning, this rising, pulsing,
this soft green blurring of edges,
which bears me on my breath away?
Oh my love, please...
It is nearly impossible to hear you.