Finding solace in the arms of a dream
Where wraiths of summer's joy remain
To haunt the passing days.
Like a burning furnace
Carrying within it a heart
So brilliant and white
Clasping the ordinary world,
Fearing to let go of mortal fantasies.
Like a vivid wanderlust
Blooming quickly in the tender heart of one
But soon stealing softly into the dreams of another.
Like a fair damsel
Whose heart bears only sorrow
Should wither as soon as she bloomed
Leaving only golden memories
Of sojourn among the slender birches
Beneath the sunset and the promise
Of moonlight and magic;
But the moon did not arise,
And the magic was faded,
Leaving the lovers to bemoan their shattered dream.
Like a lost child
A memory searing in the soul of its mother
Who endured the pain and the sorrow
For a taste of the sweetness of the simple things;
The silvery, faerie voice calling tenderly
But fading at last into the dawn
Of another bittersweet day,
Doomed to be banished to a graveyard
Buried amongst perfect happiness and joy.
And so this cruel desire has fallen upon me
And I call to the forgotten love
Who once knew me so well
But to deceive this young heart,
Ah! 'tis too bitter to be thought of...