Untold and uncared lies a thought
deep down my heart
From where your memories
refuse to depart.
Lying in the silent macabre,
Following my gaze are my thoughts
Willow of a bygone age.
The pristine touch of a divine being
Irreplaceable scent of the darkened lilies that bloomed
Lingering around in a hypnotizing whirl.
How it would be to feel the raindrops on our close knit hands
On our eagerly fluttering eyelashes
I wonder how the magic would be cast from up above
The grueling pain of being apart wiped by the drops of heavenly nectar…
