Quicksilver mists over my breath
falls silent
Hands of time fluttering as a butterfly
deep within a kiss, a quarrel
Never the stars so gentle, so beautiful
escaping sweet breath, glistens a kindle
driven by the moon
A Passion. A Love

Mysteries and secrets no one will understand
Others fall silent
Never understanding, they mock, they flock
sweet babys breath
breathe on me
you know, I know
A Silver flame. A Lovers love

Sylvan breezes of twilight bliss
the world falls silent
magical dreams of moonlit passions and romances
dewdrops glisten
a mist comforts
A Dream. A Kiss

Facing each other,
simple words are spoken
truth be told
you... I .... we...
know


Aspin, Magical Dreamer of the Moonlit Forest

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 287 AF.