The Fourth Night

Come with me, gaze tonight, into my world of transient dreams,
Where fairies flit upon the sands, resting until beauty gleams...
Come with me, your eyes though closed, still watching splendor full adorned,
Tears die there upon request; unmissed, unloved, and best-- unmourned.


Stay with me, my heart’s bequest, laze for eons in my arms,
Freed from stresses, love's frail craft lies moored in freeport, safe from harm...
Stay with me though starry night might beg entry, flashing eyes aglow,
Rejected once, its harried flight through cracks and fissures tries to flow.


Rule with me dominions grand, perched atop passions’ rubied throne,
Lightning bolts of pleasured lust have issued edicts- ours alone.
Rule we naught but what we feel, regal matters lost in rapture?
Affairs of heart take precedence; frenzy dictates terms of capture.

Rest with me, laze tonight, within my world of prescient dreams,
Where pixies flit upon your hands, resting still with beauty’s sheen…
Rest with me, your eyes yet closed, reliving glory that was born,
Tears of joy sit on my chest, treasured most when not forlorn.

Copyright 2007 Bob Church