When, at night, sleep folds you in its soft, warm arms... so quietly,
and daytime worries drift away...
where do you go... what do you see?
Do we meet, as lovers do?... Upon some distant, golden shore,
washed by some shining, silver sea...
to pledge true love, for evermore?


Do we walk, our hands entwined... in some dark forest,
deep and green?
Ancient... secret... full of magic
we have felt... but, have not seen?
Or, in some sweet-grassed bower...
softly dappled, by the morning sun...
we lie, and listen
to the sweet song of the Birds of Rhiannon?


Or, do we dance across the Heavens...
moonbeams shimmering in your hair?
To the sparkle in your eyes; starlight... made fractious,
can't compare.
Consumed with jealousy,
the pale moon, faced with your luminous beauty, deigns...
not to quest a cause... so lost,
and, to a silver sliver, wanes.


Perhaps, we walk through fabled lands...
long lost,
down through the mist of years;
Lofty spires of crystal castles
rising from smooth, silver meres...
all filled with tears of star-crossed lovers...
whispered dreams; how deep they lie
drowned.
Come, love... swiftly take my hand,
this place is not for you and I.


Then, there are those secret places, which, I cannot share with you;
the pathways only you can trace, to seek out...
and, perhaps... renew
a love affair with some old flame;
not quite forgotten... it would seem;
but, then... this is the innermost secret
of those sweetly furtive dreams.


Slowly, drifting to the edge of sleep...
my gaze makes out,
it seems...
a tiny smile upon your lips...
safe, in the cradle of your dreams.
I smile, as I explore your face, all framed
with gently tousled hair;
wherever you have gone, my love...
I really wish...
I too, was there.