You, my hooded falcon,
Once creened promises of love...

Forever
Cradled by the steady sea...

As soft the music of the leaves
Flutters in the warm and gentle wind...

Seek me not from the branches
I hide not beneath their leaves...

As the sweet scented petals slowly
Fall from the pink and crimson sky...

Swept up in the perfect moment
Made of nothing but glass...

Drift across the grains of Time
To the sway of a crystal chime...

Shimmering words fall from your crystal lips
Ethereal, luminescent on my heart...

Sifting shadows bathe the forest floor
In a swathe of darkness...

A weeping willow looms over the darkened river...
Silver tendrils trailing into the cold black...

Sweet scented lilacs tumble
From the rose-tinted wind...

Shackled, unbreakable chains
Master, unspoken name...