SOFT, MY LOVE …
© 2013 Aliana Alani
Soft, how the river flows
and I, a thousand dreams away, ride
like waves upon the sea of memory.
Soft, the winds they do approach
and with their building swirl and blow
doth come the dance of love’s hidden symphony.
the fairies’ melody begins like May flowers
fluttering on a budding hawthorn tree.
And you and I, once wrapped in gossamer
will soon discover the light of day.
Soft, my love, the world awakes
with a clap and thunder.