He leads me to dreamscapes of fairlytale
where he showers me at the rock of paradise
with brimful whispers of passion and lust

He is unforgettable in hues and form
though his picture is faded and erased
still we fly and kiss on eventful skies

He is unlovable and elusively curious
the way he comouflages on shaven grass
shielded and parallel in the tinge of a glow

He amuses the sand dunes as they gather
Yet it's him that speaketh like I does
The dearly one in fear of love and adventure