In the realm where indigo flames are chased by the whims of wind

In the realm where indigo flames are chased by the whims of wind, The horizons have learned to spare my soul the thread of pain. For the first time, of love I croon, a minstrel's virgin strain, From tempests of discord, I retreat, in tranquility's refrain. This inaugural chant of love, echoes pure without disdain, For I swear off the brawl, in love's gentle domain. Where once I stood, a rust-worn grove, static, stark, alone, Rushing to women and vodka's call, a raucous, rampant drone. No more do I crave the bitter swig or the gambler's eager tone, To squander life on trivial plays, in reckless zest overblown. The thirst has waned for liquid vice, and from dice's call I've flown, The mirth of wasteful life is lost; to sober thought I've grown. In silence vast, it's enough to gaze, upon your lofty eye's domain, To watch the sky in your orbs dance, and forget all former bane. And by your side, to forget the past, that you may never again roam, That in the face of bygone shadows, you'll find with me a home. Erasing every trace of yesteryears, that you may never by your leave, No other's call shall you heed, in this new magic weave. You tread so lightly, my precious smile, if your heart but knew the void, How a rogue can love with fervent zeal, by fierce passion overjoyed. How a libertine, once untamed and wild, can become so demure and coy, His heart can surge in dutiful tide, a reverent, tender employ. To fathom a reprobate's tender care, and see him humbly deploy, The love that in his depths were hid, now in sunlight's gleam and joy. The tavern's lure, forever lost, would evade my restless feet, Poetry's verse would mean naught if your cold arms were my retreat, And if I could touch those frost-kissed arms, and your autumnal hair so sweet. Let me feel the chill of your embrace, fall's flowering guise complete, To know the softness of your skin, in the fallen leaves' deceit, As if touching the season's finale bloom, so delicate, so fleet. Eternally I'd follow you upon this Earth's expanse, Distance would shift to trivial space, with each tender glance. For the first love I sing a tune, a soft, untried advance, From the tempests of old I part my way, giving peace a chance. Again, of love, a newfound song - with sweet, melodious cadence, First time away from strife I sway, in love's echoing resonance.