I dreamed of a thing I’d call lover.
I dreamed but awake I could not manifest.
I dreamed of a beloved, of a spirit other,
Of subject worthy of contemporary geste.
I woke this morning in wanting,
To feel female breath, all rhythmic in sleep,
On my arm, but I woke, reality broke,
My dream tide’s a waning neap.
I opened mine eyes to a lambency,
Then declining the dawning, shuttered lids.
Then I indulged in fascination; I lazed in imagery,
Her chirrup of laughter; a divert, a fancy,
Her smile in dreaming, drawing softly,
And lived this reality a while I did.
Dated: October 26th, 2015.
Written in rhyming scheme: ABAB/ABAB/ABAAAB