delusional sweet,
deliciously scattered
among that fine gold

sun moon and stars
effaced by celestial grace
beholden to you

from a separate world
is that hair full
of golden locks

the soft light of that
angelic smile shifting
earth into some celestial isle

adrift i amble on forlorn
far from the graces of my sweet
and my harp knows no sound but pain

and so heaven sighs
its sad hymn
to see you so far away

so assuredly
my head full of dreams
of you so far away