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.