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.

 

Spin and twirl, my love                                             

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.