Golden Shovel

Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest love and lips parted in the merriest laughter, In my fantasy, you spoke softly with the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is! Did we hold hands? Or is my imagination fraught with frenzied desire? The day we first met in 'our' garden behind your house brings back the sweetest memories... I still hear and rejoice with the songs of finches, bees and the billowy breeze. Then, there are the myriad flowers I scent even today! Those wildflowers you wove into a beautiful bouquet that Spring evening? - I have them preserved - Yes, they tell me the 'secrets' we shared and our promises of 'forever'... Emotion in my eyes as devotion cries in my saddest, loneliest hour, I wish dreams came true! ~ my last coherent thought... "Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark