I wander through the stream so sweet

The air devoid of grief

I wander through the essence of the dream

 

The smell is sweet, it streams toward the coil

Of the tumultuous, the luminous and fair

The smell so sweet, it streams toward the foil

Of a life made whole by your presence there

 

Your eyes are like the essence of a dream

Their luminescence seen once I awake

The glint in your eye tells me how you seem

To be committed to our love for our heart’s sake

 

Behold the wonder in the stream, desired

Of affection, devotion, we’ll never tire

Stand with me above the grove that rolls the mire

With one beside the other we’ll awake

Published by Owen Tilley