Gilded journal in azure for magical studies

The timber house for two, arcane music from the otherworld

Bruin wool blankets gifted from old friends

To keep us warm in this little enclave of dreams

basket of gala apples picked ripe to last us

Makeshift bed on the floor and the moorish lanterns lit

The sylph’s secrets in the paintings beside us enchanting our sleep

We have brought their spirits into the world by way of brush and song

Long baths with fragrant lavender and oat milk and Persian poetry

Our lines to the world and it’s web gone for a little while

Thank you for the unwinding and the teal beads hanging still life

Proved, that we need only the others arms and love in it’s safe place

Protector of all that plagues me and ruins me now

When day in day out depletes us we can return to ancient Aquincum

Sit on those bric a brac coloured chairs and take in the creative chaos

Fables for the after hours as I listen to you tell the six swans

your breath on the wind still, it takes me there.