Past lives that love still.

Soft light protrudes through a half-drawn window with curtains of lace.
In my dreams, I can feel your hands on my face.

In a dream, you left me with a kiss and tears burning my cheek
Like drips of snow, drifting like stars, whispering tales of light though cold in the bleak.

I would exchange this eater of broken souls
for a touch of braided flaxen hair not cold
But shimmers with a half-remembered dream of old

This sapphire of you and Dimond sky of blue
Now the topaz and ruby crawl from my vines of red hue
instead of through an emerald brush where it once grew.

I must be cleansed from that soft black space that kills
A firmament mirrored only ever showing me your face and frills.

The wisps that lead me on to angels on bent wing with glee
to carry me to the one I hold in dreams for its there she waits for me.

Oh heavy chime, is it my time? For past lives I've walked to find her, my love is older than the earth. Past hearts are burning as one, lost love is blind but now sees and I run.

The moon is an epoch of time and light but can only lead me to a grave. Dead for a thousand-year with not a tarnish bathed. Oh, Young lady in gray, a bleeding heart is your dowry and time I have stayed but always flowers to you I gave

Hera and Athena weep for what we have.
Hades cries for in one lifetime it cannot last.

Carry me to Elysium for it there she waits for me. Old memories were swallowed by the sea of a love before this life.
a promise to find two trees entwined despite the strife.
Now one gone with the golden leaf upon her silver head. The other to wait for his crown of red.