The Secret World of Hearts

come with me to my secret world inside the world of creation where pansies laugh with the apples of your cheeks and forget-me-nots dwell slowly, softly enter my dream let the sun of sorrow hide where shadow worlds meet your horizon and the window of your reflection thaws the ice that was; bring to me an overflowing bouquet: your sighs and the moments your breath was stolen-- the human child awakening, saturated with night, the light of gold flowering in your hair, pale blue as the summer sky, surrender into bliss, wanton with dreams that pass through the dark veil of memory, like this.