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.
