A Lilac Dream

Under the aged willow trees,
quaffs of moonlight upon me
Through holes between the olden leaves
Her pinion pierces through my heart
That sorrow that deteriorates worlds
Enjoys the soul and tears it apart

And her wings that gently flutter,
provokes the mind that helplessly utter
''She is the dissonance of this Melancholy,
the melodious countenance of my universe,''
that I write for this melancholic lilac butterfly, ''and
my heart yearns to be forever a part of hers''

Above this night shaded meadows, I see
The stars which, I feel, seem to mean:
''Do not fret my dear, there is nothing to fear,
The moon is her eye and us her ears-
so then tell us! Tell us what you feel!''

With unmanned reluctance I stand to say,
''She is the life of my dreams, the heart of my soul,
She lives in my broken heart even when the nights of nights are cold,
I cannot stand to see her every day for she is my love,
But longs for her eyes and smile then I cannot give up''

For days and days I sought a reply
Until days had turned to years gone by
Hopelessness loomed and enveloped my heart
Love that is doomed forever haunted my heart

But a sudden life from behind the moon, I hear
The melody of the violin nearer and nearer still
Then this melancholic lilac butterfly
perched upon my chest and continued still,
''Do not fret my love for I will be forever here,
In your heart from where I sit, because
From now on- now on - there is nothing for us to fear
Even the end of this earthly suffering called life
For our love it is more- our heart's life is by far more powerful
Than the doors of Hades or the souls that it bore''

''That our love be eternal underneath these skies,
under the guidance of the moon and the stars
Where Psyche dwells and the Arrow of Cupid flies
And we shall live across these meadows,
this melancholy meadows where love never dies''...