Mystica

The song of summer echoes through my mind
Like the beating of the wings of doves
And you appear to me in dreams and reality
Like the first beauty that ever touched me,
A steady flame growing into unbroken ecstasy;
And I am the only poet that ever lived
When I become lost in the haze of my inspirations.
Rivers of memory flow through uncharted lands
Where all we thought we were no longer has meaning
And distances of time and space disappear forever.
Hope is the heart cry from your soul to mine
Wonder is what we feel each time we awaken
To a love that drinks the amber waters of another dawn.