She was a myth in my conscience;
She was a myth in my common mind;
She was a legend of great importance,
a legend of immortal sounds.
She was a creature in a foreign kingdom,
a grasshopper dancing for rain.
She was the sweetest illusion,
for whom the world slightly began.
I would crawl into the shadows,
bind myself with her luscious oaths.
She would be my deathly meadow,
cover me with midnight drops.