The trance of a memory stares through its past
As the sun that shades time haunts the sky through its mask
Amorous feelings of affairs not to last
Reflected upon through a paramour\'s glass
The auburn tinge of an opiates dust
The scream from a wind and it\'s subsequent gust
Silken gold retrieved from a wave
Within a blue ocean that beauty has paved
Now those who met through mere circumstance
Will now have occasion to start a romance