Lighthouse

I felt-
like a dolphin kissing my face,
like time took a break and the world went numb,
like a hundred shooting stars drawing her name,
And a new-born cupping his hand around my thumb.

I might be feeling a bit more than I should,
But, trust me, I am not on crack!
She mutates the world into her own,
And paints its spirit velvet red and black.

I asked her once how.
Incomprehensibly convenient, she, (s)poke
“I just smile.”