On shadowed night,
the gelid winds,
pillaged my soul.

From the darkness,
her hand ushered the path to salvation,
rekindling what I thought fore’er lost.

The luminance of my evening star,
the song of my muse,
the touch of my dragonfly.

I entered her cave,
the storm raging outside,
mirroring the tempest within me.

At first I doubted my eyes,
questioned my heart,
Did either betray me?

But her lullaby transfixed me,
soothing my fears,
bridging the col betwixt breath and dream.

Fore’er she spoke
lamenting of love,
of loss.

In return,
I could barely respond,
as I was lost within her.

Lost within her eyes,
wandering through her soul,
ne’er wanting to depart.

Trying not to mislay a minute more,
wishing time would cease for my passion,
I approached.

With a kiss,
our link was sealed,
bond framed by lust and love.

If a moment is measured by a breath,
than the meter of our song,
should be judged by the Gods.

For on that eve,
a night that lasts and lingers within my nous,
I had my moment with my muse.

The taste of her flesh,
the heat of her passion,
the scent of her lust.

Fore’er etched,
carved into the stone of earth,
woven into the fabric of our lives.

I recall her touch,
remember her motion,
and long to remain in that dance evermore.

The moment tho’ was fleeting,
as such is the curse,
of love and life.

The morn next when I awoke,
a dream it was not,
for there was my muse.

Still blanketed in my arms,
her fingers wrapped within mine,
our breath scoring a melody for the ages.

But there is where the pain begins,
when the moment ends,
when her song sings no more.

I want not to release her,
I yearn to keep her close,
but it was not meant to be.

For as hard as I tried,
for as long as I fought,
I received no more.

For my muse is ethereal,
and tho’ our bond was real,
her soma I could no longer touch.

As a spectre of the past,
a memory ne’er to be forgotten,
our time now exists only in song and rhyme.

But by cause of that night I shalln’t e’er forget,
the rebirth of my soul,
my moment with my muse.