In a moment, perpetuated by dreams and lost to the light, I see thee and call to thy soul. For no distance in yards, nor fathomless ocean, may encumber such vision.
I have seen days in turn and weeks aplenty, each with the birth of a new sun, and each with its end. Should hope be shattered, as would my heart, you shall be lost – so in belief I find sanctuary with dreams.
By the sword I prevail, and whisper now to the wind in petition of your heart. I am swept by tides greater than nature’s fury and defy the rage of thunder.
In the clement shades of time before that which follows, I am lost to your glory, breathless and in surrender. In descent, held to your gaze and drawn to the light, I am fallen. In sweet rapture, adrift and tempered by your spirit, I am no man but a child.
As lace, time weaves in render of equable filigree and here I repose, in pleasant shelter of your smile. Breath rested from the softness of parted amaranth billows spritsails as I drift endless to their touch.
With mull, accentuated by lace, and drawn to lines as perfection, your shape in silhouette takes sight. In eye of finest contours, carved from alabaster, and cast to the vision of Aphrodite, your picture remains.
With motion upon abyssal swells, in fever of mind and swept to flame I yield to my seduction. Beyond this crossing, in ebb and flow, immersed beneath waves and lost to reason.
With bitter taste and washed by tears, this body, your touch, our hearts – tangled but unbroken and one.