I remember you from the dream Face wet not with summer's sweat When I awoke Didn't think a man could cry
For the softness of a moon beam Tomorrow's promises unmet Death of hope I'd see God in your eye
That day of autumn was to be Farewell - unplanned and awkward Two young lovers Wrestling with goodbye
I tried to understand the need To move life, career onward But consoling prize Under covers, soft thighs...
And you were wrought by accident Tsar's serf and African queen Triumphant, WE! For the moment...
Then dire message from heaven sent On lost souls' ether carried, You were buried And still my dreams you haunt
Post Script I would like to dedicate this thought to Blaise Brown, poet, who passed away August 2, 2009. I regret he would only read the first two stanzas of the then unfinished work, and hope he would approve of the final form.