Ophélia by Flora Schanda

Painting by Waterhouse.

What do you dream

amidst the deep dark waters of moonlit streams,

dressed in your silvery gown?

While 'round your locks of silken hair

the violet water lilies drown Your love was bitter

like the murmuring reed

that whispers of your gentle madness

The love, embraced and twined by death,

born by sweet sorrow,

unsoothed sadness What secrets did you seek within wild roses?

What mysteries are hidden among those twilight wreaths?

And did the willow sing your mourning song? The blossoms all grew pale and withered

the beauty of your heart fled from the sun

What do you dream amidst the deep dark waters?

Tell me!

My soul and yours are one... (c) FaeryFlora/Flora Schanda