she came to him one night
as if in a dream
(though not)
and they loved
(with white hot urgent desire)
moaning their passion
aloud
'til at last heaven opened
and they lay
(cradling their secrets)
in one another's arms
(and he worshipped her ever after
at the altar of her smile)
the dream now but a whisper
(astride memory's untamed steed)
faded
yet not vanished
he goes to her each night
seeming awake
(though not)
and they love
(with white hot urgent desire)
phantom forms possessed
of passion's shade
'til at last his heart relents
and her absent secrets lay
(safely)
cradled in his dreams
