Existence
.
i am a flavor
i an a scent
Your senses tell you i am real
i am a thought
a dream forgotten
Yet you believe that i am here
The feel of silk and leather
the smell of spice and death
the taste of blood and wine
Dust slipping through your fingers
Water falling on your face
Nails dragging down your back
A birth
a death
a love in stone
Memories encased in glass, carried in my heart
i am a piece of him
a piece of her
a piece of you
A flower and a blade
a rose born from the grave
The moon in quiet watchings
The dream which follows waking
Kiss of a faerie
Spell of a lover
i was
i am
shall be
i exist in you
.
-Moon Sidhe © 1998