I wrote this piece for a remix competition that I entered a couple of years ago.
The mists of time roll gently back
and through the ether she appears
Wide-eyed, her red lips, parted in a smile
She is awakened from a timeless sleep
Back from the depths
Back from the deep
The sky’s much bluer now than her memory recalls
and the sun, golden; it’s rays doth warm her cheeks
rosily flushed from tasting loves delight;
It shines upon the countenance of the wooer of her heart
His kiss the reason she walks in the light.