OF WHEN HE CAME
He came softly in the night
Floating gently through my dreams
Like mists upon the sea
A shapeless form before my eyes
He drifted lose, then moved away
And still his face remained unseen
A fantasy implanted
Deep within my sleeping soul
A gentle breeze stirred the curtains
Near the open window
The moon glistened softly in the dark…
And he returned closer now…
He came on unseen wings of silken threads
Until at last my sleeping eyes could see
The silhouetted shadow of his face
I heard the music of his laughter
As it echoed through my ears
He reached out with graceful hands
To gently touch my sleeping eyes
As if by magic,
I could see though still asleep
I felt the softness of his lips
As they caressed my waiting cheek
His warm breath upon my neck sent
Burning fires through my soul
His hair fell down across his face
And every hair that touched my skin left
Fire in its place
His tender touch felt cool as ice
And light as falling snow
Lightening flashed across the skies
And the wind began to blow
I heard the whispered words he spoke,
I smell the scent of his skin
And I looked into the fiery eyes
That seemed to light the room
Again I felt his gentle touch
Against my sleeping face.
I seemed to melt and float away
To some enchanted place
I followed him through smoke and haze
Through emptiness and gloom
We flew upon the stormy winds
We flashed across the moon
Through the darkened skies we danced
From star to star we did skip
And still I could not see the face
That held his laughing lips
But then…he vanished from my sight
Leaving nothing but the memory
Of when he
Came softly in the night
