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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes. William Butler Yeats Notions had gathered inside my head; a wanderlust that refused to be denied. Within my mind, the need of love was bred, burned in tongues of fire that torched a hole inside my heart and seared my soul. I sought the finest wine from the valley floor, to sate my thirst when he'd stand at my side. I climbed heathered hills; crossing streams Down twisting paths I ambled, taking wrong turns until I found the enchanting vision in my dreams, and feasted on the fruit of my heart's desire. But too soon he slipped from my arms. Left behind were his vespers in passion's embers, and fading echoes of his whispered words. Time rushed through years like sifting sand but the fire he kindled has not died. I remember the gentle touch of his hand, and sweet moments of devotion we stole. Now, with feeble steps I remain in pursuit of memories we made long ago in the valley. I hear his voice in the wind, and I cannot refute that love's flame still burns within my soul. An interpretation of ''The Song of Wandering Aengus," by William Butler Yeats.
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