Was it a dream?

An essence of lavender

Adrift upon a moonlit breeze.

Did lips touch velvet petals kissed

By the tears of fairies?

 

So true my senses awakened

A memory of what was,

An image of what is,

A hope for what will be?

 

To hear a vision

To taste a dream

To hold a spirit

A scent of passion.

 

What substance be love

That it hold so strong

Bound fast

No longing for freedom.

 

Would that all

Cursed so be

Bonds so pure

Unto eternity.