Love

beneath 
the forgotten limbs 
of trees 
we met 
at the fountain 
of dreams 
your 
sweet-scented silhouette 
as glorious 
as an autumn sunset 
painted 
rapturously 
on a canvas of virgin silk 
in these trembling hands 
I held 
your tender promises 
dearly 
as we, emptied 
the memories of the sun 
while 
the world watched 
and hopelessly 
pondered 
the wisdom of nomads 
it is 
absolute, destined 
that 
your melody 
shall reign, echo 
among the hallways 
of my soul 
for all eternity…

Fountain of dreams