ye that open door to the land of fantasy
You are the wizards
whose whisperings are so gentle
and whose smile are like
Little lights that waver in your hands
In those of acts of adoration to me.
When you offer flowers to me
With your hands, fingers painted in Sapphire red
It makes me think about my past
And the maiden with me in that
Long past spring of my life time.
When you were offering those tear drops to me
So hot in their debut as gems of stone
It was my anticipation for love
Long dead and crumbled to earth that
Began to adorn themselves with new leaves.