Lovers Lost

His yearning soul ,
traverses between reality -
and undistinguished dreams.
He wanders among the dead,-
whispering a sad song-
the sacred song of a lover lost...
wearily traveling across an arrid and unfamiliar land-
He mumbles to himself, her soft spoken words, his memories of her...
O', the chilling screams of his deprivation,
Her image haunts him, the Ancient Lover,that inspires all lovers, Night,-
offers her consolation, and cradels him, empathetically. Lulling him,
as he cries. His tears would quench the roaring fires of Sheol...

Reoccuring visions of her enchanting eyes, full of kindness, understanding,-
and passion, looking at him, through blades of sunlight, that slowly sway across her face-
and course her long hair, like an Angels curious fingers...

The intoxicating scent of withered roses, her enigmatic smile,
the peacful sound of chimes, the sweet taste of her skin, and the feeling of cool silk, remain...
They kiss in dreams, amid stardust, falling like rain...
Reality is of no importance without her love...

AVISION