Melatonin Muse

Spoken in dreams, words born to the waking sun. A vision, a breath, a spirit you stood as you graced upon my life. Feelings taken form before hands touched under the candlelit ballroom. An everlasting dance I never wish to part from. Lilting, lifting, gliding as bows bend across violin bodies. The soft satin of your suit will never leave the memory of my skin.