Before the morning's light chase shadows from my room
You left three kisses on my lips
So that when I awaken
My soul will be embraced by your faraway love
My heart wants to remember what I dreamt of this night
But dreams drift away as if blown like thistle-down before the wind
My Dream Spirit toils to capture the shards of lost thoughts and emotions
And once it collects all the fragments
The world suddenly blurs
Images of you flower into beautiful shapes around me
Charming my soul
My heart falls before your feet, rejoicing in our love
And when your dream lips meet mine my spirit is engulfed in flames
You sing to my Passion with whispers
For you know how fragile and delicate is she
Anything greater than a faint echo would turn her to dust
And the evening breeze would carry her away from my soul
My dream finally fades
Dissipating like gray phantoms surrendering to the emerging Sun God
And I am left tasting the warmth of your three kisses
Still caressing my soul