He sat there next to her still holding her hand,
He was done talking, what was left

was the essence of being
Being with her, holding her, breathing in the scent she wore….
He was done weaving the dream for her
The one he summoned with the wave of his wand…
For it to rest in her eyes forever more…

“You are the charmer”, he said
“You make me fall for your wishes at every turn of event..”
She still wondered was it really true?
The dream she saw, she felt, was it coming true.

He wove the dreams of love and hate
The intricate patterns that komorebi set..
Moving leaves changed the story each time
Each new event making her shine

Bathing in the glow of love once felt
The dream has blossomed, the fate was met
He still sat next to her, while the tears drenched her cheeks
For autumn had set in, no patterns are now seen.

The sky’s clear, the wind chill, the warm summer now rest downhill
He still holds her hand, and knows her will,
He wipes her face and caresses her chin
She looks at him and smiles now
for she knows the magic really works now…