Angel dreaming - perfect, seeming...
What peace might silent watcher seek?
A gentle touch needed so much,
Where lashes rest on slumb'ring cheek.
A vision bared, decision shared,
Tranquility amid the storm
Of roiling doubt, within - without,
Of toiling emotion aswarm.
Dare I wake thee, chance to take thee?
Defy the call of Destiny?
Dare to tempt Fate or watch and wait,
As Chance slips away, silently?
In dawning bed, in passions bled,
Should throat be bared, whispers spoken?
‘Neath tranquil lids, what dream forbids
Awakening peace, unbroken?
Illusion not as dream forgot,
I shall not sacrifice this call.
But dare to give, to love, to live
A chance to fly worth any fall.
By dawn, discreet, by promise, sweet,
‘Twixt earth and sky and Hope portrayed,
On flitting eyes the soul yet cries
For truths untold, for love unmade...
For arms entwined, for souls combined
For soft skin to touch calloused heart.
For pleasure found, for joy unbound,
This chance is True Love's to impart.
A soft kiss now upon the brow,
A vow to stir the spirit, warm.
In the keeping of love sleeping
Before me in angelic form.
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 06-02-2000).]