There I sat
dreaming of long forgotten years
Full of tears
Full of memories
spanning centuries

The tick tock of time
of which I paid no mind
cast a shadow over all
but the sunrise

That Sun so real to me
no other place to be
Like Archer a Master
someone everyone
should aspire to be

Flowers, we both cried,
Because tears were not enough,
Petals cup the rain.

If only love would be able to know how much I love you !
He would  now be passionately wishing to be my beloved ...

It was only ever flowers, in a meadow wild
tangled tendril vines, of blue eyed passiflora
caressing stems of blooming heart, delicate dicentra
shining silver in early summer, a pond of silken mirrors
leafy vines of garland rings, nature weaved
perfectly a tranquil scene of bonny swans
float silently amidst fallen petals
soft nests of downy feathers, wispy on the winds
that a woodland summer drifts on