In the recess of vanilla twilight, the warmth of Honesty. The soft folds of her skin against his shaggy beard. The glimpse of a peaceful, snoring face in the matrix of chaos. Unwinding to Porcupine Tree and semi-burned pancakes making a jester of time, time mingled with two hearts and unseeming innocent laughters, laughters that dissolved into kisses like the dawn breaks into the day, days seemed infinite until the night took over, nights spent pondering the delicate details of his beautiful face; the razor cuts, the botched pimples, the mysterious marks, the chewed nails all seemed to flow into perfect harmony like Bach's symphony breakfasts that lasted till noon, and the break of sunlight was unbidden by these two nascent souls, who found their recuse from life in each other. Head massages with the breath of freshly bloomed flowers as they sat and gazed at the inebriating sunsets, catching a breath as the other made a silly excuse to spend more time, time was an outlaw, uniting and separating them. each lay their life bare; childhood stories to traumatic teen she thought she got closer to that canvas of incomplete picture as she nibbled on the chocolate cookie while he narrated tales from his travels; long and far and played his hearty guitar; elated as he sang his dearest songs They built that dream together Unhindered by the flaws in each other That dream, a requiem of their love That dream, an epitaph of their love.