Over some horizon lives
a woman fine and fair
sugar sweet upon her lips
wild flowers her hair
Smell of forest follows her
and ocean tides that pull
draws me closer to her edge
my thoughts of her so full
Mysteries lay hidden under
neath her cloak and dress
calling me in whispers ere
my love i must confess
Be my muse and let me use
your beauty in my quest
for love that lives forever
must exist outside of flesh ~
Lions Mane 