The candor of love,
Fallen slight,
From the hand of gentle,
Brushes amid a serene cheek,
In the essence of yearn,
No more the pure,
When it is into the eyes,
Become the dream..I
Remebered by the voice of dawn,
Which rises,
Like an infliction for you,
Every moment remains hallowed,
Borne in the tender,
Lost...
Hidden in the musing,
Of a sleep where you may lie,
Near the hidden morn,
Blessed with Calliope's held,
In my night of rememberance.
2007