I Dream Of You

It's the season of fall,

With hues draping the world.

The shikara takes us

Far away from the land

To an endless journey

Like those of my wishes for us.

I see us in the

Midsummer breeze,

Where the gusts of wind

Fuse our thoughts to be one;

Draining the ounces of gloom.

The eyes of yours,

Like that of ale,

Intoxicate the soul of mine;

And the self wanders

For the tavern to reside.

The frequent smiles

Are like cures to the heart;

Dust and ash I desire to turn,

To heal in thy embrace

With stars glittering

Over the lone soul.

Warbling the birds,

Fluttering the leaves

Together creating a melody;

They rise with the death of day.

I see the fog whitening the world

And there you, my dear,

Like the realities of life

Fade away smiling.