Well I awoke from dreams of distress
To find her near again.
My nocturnal lover, my enchantress,
My Goddess of the pen.
Her voice, the wind calling,
So illuminated this dark soul.
My following or falling,
Refuted all conscious control.
Passion stemming from her vine,
My quest from her allure.
She opened up her soul to mine,
That I might feel secure.
She held me within tender arms,
A 3 a.m. sun warm on my face.
Mystified by her lovely charms,
I nearly cried in her embrace.
She waved her hand over my eyes,
And whisked me off to dream.
Two children playing ‘neath blue skies,
The clouds were of whipped cream.
The magic of her playground,
Whispering promises worth keeping.
Alas, the time unwound,
I woke from the soundest sleeping.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 08-28-99).]