A Dahlic Dream

A dahlic  dream, my fantast love, adrift the waves, of cypress
Drums. Ensoul  the flame, my joy amore, my photic star, my
Symbol sore. For pensive waves, a wistful war, an ember
Flash, a flaming core. But oh the plea, a sea of faith, to
Tremble love, a flood of fate. And vision flight, the life of
Dreams, awash the soul, in southern screams. For garland
Pang, a fuse aflare, my studded scar, a sinner’s prayer. But
Purple rain, the ploys of youth, the joys of pain, the crux of truth.

A dahlic dream, my fantast love, adrift the waves, of cypress
Drums. Enflame the verse, my ache amore, my blissful pear, my
Opus sore. For sacral vibe, a vibrant core, a violet moon, a
Fleshly war. But oh the dream, the seams of faith, a floral love,
A melic  fate. And purple rain, the ploys of youth, the joys
Of pain, the crux of truth. 

Dahlic: adjective for dahlia.
Ensoul: to provide with a soul. Flame, here, meaning human passion. 
Melic: a poem turned into a song.