0rpheus

Smile to me! And play for me lost songs of long ago, haunting silver melodies the music of the moon. Like whiskers of a kitten touching nothing in the dark, that penetrate the all consuming gloom. Whisper through the morning sun, the cobwebs and the trees, past thistledown and dandelion floating on the breeze, and make my heart believe again-- to leap and soar and twist that I may wrap around you like a shadow from the mist, and wet with love---remind you of the lips that you once kissed.