by William Spell Jr.
Love and your iris inspired me to rise
Above the entablature of your face,
Into a realm of eternal pink skies
On immortal wings of Beauty and Grace.
O'er pedestals, statues, and temples Greek,
Borne pure, without lust or depravity,
Soared I. Soul's bareness is what I did seek;
Your gaze bestowed antigravity!
I saw in your soul; you did not know how.
Air changed the ascensi'on of my flight,
A tilt of the head, a furrow of brow,
The annunciati'on of a fright.
Eternity--in the blink of your eye--
Yet lifts my wings in that halcyon sky.
Life and Literature 
Nicely done sir. I especially enjoyed the casual agency in your ascension dream imagery.
Thank you, sir!