she came to me dressed in dreams
of a better, brighter day after
of hope and wonder
of new experience and remembered optimism

the hazy shimmering fabrics
hypnotic in their constant peripheral shifting
seemed to sing to me
alien but familiar instruments and songs

she is impossible in her reverence
unimagined miracles simmering under the surface
barely concealed promises
and whispers of inconceivable marvel

melodies more vibrant, colors more vivid
words flow unimpeded into lavender calligraphy
fears of a null future mere apparitions in the candlelight
easily dismissed and ignored in perpetuum

…aim every day to make her happier than she makes you…

when all was bent and turned to smoke
when the last vestige of anticipation had turned to ash
when the fire and the rose had become one
elle est venue à moi vêtue de rêves