Totems of love

By laced soft ponds, I shall sit and reminisce

Masterpiece is etched by the gentle utterances

Vesper sings, nature calls to the souls within

I gaze in the mirrored emerald lake of dreams

 

Twilight comes before he shall arrive

I set a place in totems springs

Each moonlight he shall come to me

Cries in his being, I shall soothe his cries, 'tis me

 

Written softly we edge the times

The soul we share in each memorizing encounter

His hands reach mine across the quills

My darling I shall be his still

 

Carry me oh wings of time

Shelter our souls in feathered wine

Gallant winds shift in memoires to me

bringing his rapture closer to thee