Oh but if in sweet Savored dreams
where fast to cite the vantage thrill
I see her roaming the fields of these vibrant thoughts
To cast my night off to her
to the abode where promises rich
chills the senses, thrill the mind
and lays me deep within her heart and womb
The testimony of a passion true.
Should I wake
to find the vision'd sight a dream
How fast would I bid those silent chambers
the dark abyss where night so lingers
To cry upon the shattered dreams of night
Seek each shaded fold of thought
Till there again I behold her beauty
and sleep the depth of my desire.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph