One dark lonely night when the moon
was bereft of his starry wives,
he came back to me in my dream
to sing and dance the song of death alive!

He held my hand, drew me closer,
pressed my bossom to his chest,
a devilous smile crossed his lips
as my tears found its oceanic rest.

His eyes never left my sight
nor a moment did his hand lose its hold
as he held me close in an embrace
full of peace and serenity to be told.

His smile spread in my cheeks
like the rise of the early morning sun.
The fresh dew drops of his love
welled up in my being soon.

The time was like the sand
too loose to be held by hand
without any weeping, holding or clinging
I let go off myself in his delirious swing.

When I finally awoke from my sleep
his fragrance was in the air too heavy to bear
as the mad pursuit of his unknown desire
seemed to be floating in the morning air.