Fields of Fantasy

Like honey sweet on palate,

So hast thy symphony to soul.

Frozen to feelings fair or foul.

Trying to contemplate,

Relations intricate.

Listening to thy howl,

With pain while heart growl.

Living with memories none can confiscate,

I hear thee speak yet eyes can’t see, Thy voice softly echoing within me.

Touch of magical fingers,

Over imagination lingers.

Watching over and over again,

Roving through rain.