Lithean Love
When first captured by her eyes,Transparent ocean lullabiesTwo glasses of intoxicating wine Darkened stars slowing TimeShe said her name was the daughter of a mountainWhispering voice, like water from a fountain, Sculpted marble, the color of flowing--With her, the grace of frozen motionWhen I awoke, the spell broken,The last note of an echo spokenWas it a dream, with the stillness of winter?Were the sheets disturbed? Did...