| I dreamt of far-flung forests and mountain meadows Clad in morning’s dew; I dreamt of healing sunrise entwining Our spirits every dawning day anew I dreamt of realm of magic still known To none but you and me I dreamt of spring flower's ambrosial flavor A living breathing poetry... As my spirit you spellbinded , so my sanity on quest you brought; My soul you pierced withal enchanted Was it all for naught? Now I am a flame so mercilessly extinguished, a lake frozen cold; And you my dear, a dark red rose that never did for me unfold... |