Uncommon

To wallow upon the cool grass under the Willows shade As puffs of cloud entertain my soul with illusions parade I’ll give thee thought of love as if it were a swan upon a lake In jest I considered living forever this notion I take To be loyal to the mirrored image of myself in dreams fable Lasting the night would be the wish of lovers, if able We should hold each other tight in bead of sweat and smile Waiting dawn in satisfaction hoping our time would take awhile Yet tomorrow comes as we would so dread To wonder if it was not a cloud we imagined, in our head…