Woman In My Dreams

 

 

Where are you now?
Your tender footsteps once tripped across,
dulcet meadows kissed by dawn's summer dew.
Disney bluebirds held aloft,
your petticoat of  woven silkworm thread,
and by your presence flowers came to bloom.

I miss you so.
The darkened, cobwebbed corner where I sit,
and wait in vain to see the light that shrines your soul,
chills me with the rising damp and stifles me with mold.
A fleeting glance would much suffice,
and ease my wretched sufferance to that which I could bear.

I wait for you.
My heart, my beat, my dancing feet, all still.
For what more in the world can take the very breath from men,
than she who hungers for the kiss?
Whose tender lips of honey glaze intoxicate the heart,
and leave behind their loving touch, a want for more.

Sunset; dawn's break.
The darkness brings my heart to where it yearns to be,
for in sleep's realm my eyes can clearly see,
and to my soul's delight you show yourself and call my name.
I could not care for daylight; my slumber warms the fragile hope,
should life desist and leave me there, inside my dream with you.