Your beating heart
A soft, slow thumping that
Never ceases
Your words tickling my ears with
Their calmness, their serenity
A rhythmic cadence of neverending
Happiness
dream...
As we sway back
And forth in the faded crimson chair in a
Comforting motion
I am in strange, foreign place
The faeries lifting me high
I
feel
so
secure
And the winding shrill of a flute far
In the distance leave me
Transfixed
Hypnotized
I close my eyes
siud, siud, eudail leanaban
suid eudail leanaban a aisling...
I don't really like this...the idea of it to me is really cool but i don't know how to put it on paper!
