It was the slightest gossamer touch
And it brought me to my knees
I awoke in a panic
Only to see you were gone
But this time not a dream
In your wake you left hazy day dreams
Full of laughter and honey suckle
Darling, there was starlight dancing
As candles flickered and lilac and mint swayed in the lazy breeze
There was fruit ripe for the harvest and you reaped it
Sweet nectars dripped down your palm as you caught it with your tongue
And offered it to me
Oh how ripe, how sweet
Now be stilled in my soul
The tender wildflowers that were yours
Now I would never forget
Though the sands of time may ravage my heart
Wild flowers will still flourish in my temperance
So it was not a dream
Though I was asleep
For so many years
Now enlightened with soft little wildflowers
that grow deep in my soul