How well the night sparkles
upon the fine threads of celestial dreams
those delights winged upon fancy, fair hopes
The desired will of being within unites
To all its soul foretold.

The Gods they are at play
upon the reflective rays of light
that dance beside you, upon your skin
holds the fertile wake of promise
within the luster of her visions
And there they come.
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These particles of subconscious might
that drift upon those vibrant streams
And awaken within the bliss of life.
Passion fills the soaked embrace
between herself and that fairy lover
That rides so every whim, want and need
to ravish and pour out upon her delicate form
The storm of the night.
His raging want that filled her being
the tormented agony of believing
that ravished hard and sore upon her form
to the phantom'd delight, its devouring storm
That lit her soul and mind back into life
wore away the worlds strife
and made her again a scared being
a Goddess of love, passion, freeing
till all of her engulfed the want
quill'd upon pages that fiery font
That love was still hers to hold
that here in the soft structures of dreams
where shapes shift and change
her soul could again love and know
The passions of the heart.
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Alas dreams fade and fly
phantoms of visions say good-bye
to drift away into the womb of thoughts
the suns rays peek between and through
the pillow'd eyes, that sultry lies
in the remembrance of the nights hue
where lovers dance and there did fly
filled the heart with passion's cry
and liberated if but for a moment
a broken heart, a woman's torment

Alisdaire O'caoimph