Flower Fairy: A Dream of Love

A few shadows drift through dreams

Tear tracks gather frost

When did we ever meet?

Ink stirs, water dances

Transforming into butterflies, they fly

Swords flash in welcome

Reflections in the water

Those eyes

Whom are they still missing?

Who has never let themselves go?

Who has never been reckless?

Who has never wandered?

Who has never met a stranger?

We all hope

To find someone

In whose eyes?

Who brushes past the crowds, trailing a hem

Who is it that turns to look?