Sort of a word play on a Celtic adventure of romance, magic and dreams.
In Dream's Shadow by Michael Doyle Drowning in your spell My secrets to reveal Fallen to blade you wield I suddenly find, I yield To sleep inside your dream The sheerest magic, I have seen There in the magic that you bring What was once not is suddenly everything With two hands upon your hips And scarlet wet on your lips Long red hair flowing as your snare My heart is yours as in all ways fair A search for words that I might know But fail as your love ebbs and flows Day breaks to find that I must go Always following in dream's shadow (c) July 19, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved