A poem inspired by Plato’s Phaedrus

It is a faery thing, to live;
a momentary touch of magic, madness
prized above all reason
For in delicious madness
resides the breath of life,
a breath exchanged by two entwined in love;
giving yourself in all to take another,
for brief transports beyond
to lose the isolation
defining and dividing each from each.
A faery thing indeed, wild like the heather;
and on the limbs of lovers
the dew of miracle shines.

-Ad`ele-Elise Pr´evost