I dreamed a Lady yesterday
She wandered through my Sleep
Her Smile a Thief of Remedies
Her Absence mine to keep

She gathers what she fancies swift
Her Voice is soft and stern
She leaves a Petal on my cheek
And never shall return

The fair lady without regret moves
And strews my Heart apart
She is my Ruin and my Hymn
My Torment and my Art

Her Eyes a Mirror dark with Light
Her Kiss a sudden Flame
It scorched the Fabric of my Soul
Yet still I call her Name

The lady without remorse.

:: 09.06.2025 ::