The last of dawn reaches out
With delicate fingers seeking
And touch my lover's face again
And give some rosy hue

Oh weary brow lift off the weight
Of burdens heavy and chill
And gaze upon the brightest visage
Of love and tender feelings

Sorrow does not happen here
As I gaze upon constantly to you
Warm hands enclasped hold me
To ever joyous repose

Do not lift my eyes again
To worldly passions or strife
But take my heart and run away
To places that are unreachable

Together we'll be alone and quiet
A soft Utopia hither
All with one glance, one touch
A caress immortally drawn

No other shall avert my gaze
No other shall take hold of me
So softly tread in our quiet morn
And do not shatter my reverie



Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 400 AF.