Elysian Reverie
You walk in like dusk spilling amber over the tide, And the restless harbor of my mind grows still inside. Your laughter is a kindled hearth in a house of frost and stone, Its warmth climbs through the rafters until I feel at home. Your gaze, a lamp held steady through a thicket of fog, Guides me out of every shadow I’ve wandered through, unbogged. Your hands trace silver rivers along the margins of my days, And I follow each bright current into the quiet, golden haze. Beneath the orchard’s lantern-light, your smile unfurls like a flower, And all the withered hours bloom again within its hour.