Tease of a Lover

In a dream of bare, I awoke In the blared walls, it misspoke The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint Without a flair, I discerned a haint Auria wandered in a stage of fright, Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite Her nebulous words echoed in my mind ‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’ They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions As she posited her hand on my exceptions Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions She was my fate of progression She rehashed my reflections A memory of infliction She wandered off into a glistening spade Relinquishing her jades I scrutinized her windows of glade I lingered against her pallid hair Then, woke up in tedious wear ‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’ Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright They were my reminiscences of Auria”