Dandelion dreams

I only wish,
That those days we had,
Were but dandelion dreams,
The white dust that drifts,
Along the wind,
In accompaniment with the sounds,
Of your low notes,
On the honeyed strings of your violin,
Played to the background of these ebony keys,
When we were young still,
At heart and naive in our ways,
And a song was all it took,
To spirit this twice-wounded heart away,
Into a castle that eventually evolved,
Into a gilded cage,
That took away my voice,
Tamed,
This lioness became a docile kitten instead,
And even now,
My ransom is yet to be fully paid,
If the memories were but dandelion dreams,
That passed away in the shade.

~Rei Shiori