A Wondrous Dream
Lest thou be but a wondrous dream
I shall dare to caress thy face
With humble and gentle awe
For desire doth often scheme
Its visions to repeatedly trace
That icy reason may soundly thaw.
And should thee be more than a vision
Pardon my bold gaze within thine eyes
For Life itself from them seems born.
And would thou take me with sure decision
Into the temple where thy beauty lies
May I by thy soul with love so myself adorn.
But should thee be but my mind's delusion
May I ever be lost in its mystic madness
That our love made brings forth a new earth
Where truth mimics this fine carnal illusion
And dispels reality's dull and sharp sadness
Leaving the dream of our bond fresh a new birth.