Behind closed eyes you stroked my hand last night,
Transformed the Winter, charmed it into Spring,
Then drew me close as dark turned morning light,
And wept to hear a single blackbird sing.
We walked dawns air, felt dappled light discrete,
In dreams glade soft, saw sun through dewdrops shine,
A heady scent to tease still air, so sweet,
Where honeysuckle and hawthorns breath entwine.
We moved in time, all else was no regard,
Where by the pool on lilies, dragons feed,
And perfumed waters blend with spikenard.
Translucent eyes, reflect desire and need,
Wakening sounds make gentle thoughts abate,
Sad, must I rise to later dream your face,
Thoughts fade, sleep goes; you’re gone. But wait,
I wake in bliss, I’m wrapped in your embrace.
Copyright © 2011 Roger Grice – all rights reserved
