Remember?

 -Darling

Do you remember when roses actually smelled like..well, like roses?

As I was grazing about the vales of Avalon today, in my search for my next missive to you, I chanced to begin, upon a whimsey, to make a list of my heroes. And O! What a strange crew they turned out to be! Much like their captain and his lady, woudn`t you know? And even two popes were even among the precious lot.

Saille, by the way, is my sacred tree. Saille is willow, and with her branches I weave our dreams.

Thought I`d pass that along...just because..you know? In dreams as intimate as the breath of the rose petals I sing to love my sweetheart on the haunted lakes of yesterday and tomorrow, in the rising of the cold mists of the twilight...and find that She is you. My Proteas, by the sea from whence she came all dripping.

Think that canst match your madness with dreams. I hail from all times which are not, and never were but the slow passing of a wizard.
O