Free falling

From the surface of bliss to bliss blows new life with the wind 
End to end a matching pair of grins 
dimple to a sleeping fall then pause slow motion without true mated cause 
scenes renewed on the blind side of eyes to dim 
Eyes locked now voids bring sight back to back 
as resolution
 to a courted until caught up past
  A tink until full tone rings and rights the bells in my head tonight 
 my sound my sight every moment my every breathe 
 The only truth in my dreams as a soul mends to stitch at the seems of this souls ring 
Where were blind until our internal cries become our wings of insight inside