A hushed whisper drifts on the cool night breeze.
To my ears, it brings a name that is sure to please.

At the sound, my mind wanders back through time.
Memories of life go by, seemingly without rhythm or rhyme.

A momentary flicker flashes before my eyes.
Slowly, the image begins to crystallise.

Revolving around me are glimpses of your face.
Each lingering glance makes my heart race.

The thought of your sweet touch makes my spirits rise.
Lifting and whirling, my thoughts scatter into the skies.

Each moment that passes is filled with joy sublime.
Ever higher my emotions climb.

As my mind whirls, a presence begins to tease.
Stepping into my arms, you set my soul at ease.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Lupar, in the year 866 AF.