As you slipped off to sleep
your tender words caressing that which is me
your soft kiss resting upon my cheek
the shadows of the realm growing far to deep
came the urge and need to be set free
the energies soft and green felt so weak

the gentle sound of a soothing purr
the welcome love of my familiar
fingers softly caressing the silken fur
soft green energies seeking out from a far
feeling the pull and the need that did burn

Searching out that which is you
a struggle I did see as I emerged
the past and the present I saw before me
purple against the darkest of blues
As I watched the two did merge
swirling and becoming that which was to be

Awakening from that which was not a dream
feeling the power flowing
the link between us strong and sure
words pouring from me like a stream
feeling upon me soft white eyes glowing
and the strength of my familiar's words

Shadownymph

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 324 AF.