By: Amoureax Amant
I prayed three days to drift like fawn's feather,
to drift with wind carried rose aroma,
and three such days I could have more joyance,
than garden could ever contain fragrance.
I prayed three days to ride on sea of plain,
to ride into twilight red-stained mountain,
and cycling trip with you could be quarry,
which was diamond laid in our memory.
I prayed three days to see peach petal rain,
to see petal hid clouds like pink curtain,
and three such days I could have more delight,
than rising sun could ever contain light.
And three such days with you could be lovely,
as though we were dancing with melody.