Once we were Faries

I hope that this is true. That this face so known, with heart so torn and a memory so worn, would still wish the moment was worth the words that held them in place far too many moons ago. The weight of such things often leads us away from desire and into the grips of defeat and lack of meaning. I do not know if I should be thankfully for my romance, as it prevents me from fully surrendering to my logic and sense. The subtle spark that lies behind the early dew still calls to me with wonder. The shades and shadow’s still seem alive beneath the winds fine caress. Even if I know it not to be so I dare not refuse the dreaming of it. I still wish for my life to remain in so partial way, beautiful.