As If a Dream

 As If A Dream

Softness lay on your hands like clouds in summer

And you touched me like a cherished violin

Eyes so full of sweetness I went drowning

Down to your depths and hurried up again.

Whispered on my neck, your mouth went seeking

And I, enthralled, became your willing muse

Through entwined fingers love came shyly peeking

Forgetting what it was we had to lose.

And there the grass rolled out as if a carpet

And there the sky scrolled back as if a dream

And there the birds of heaven serenaded

And flowers wove a tapestry unseamed.

No song and yet we danced in arms of longing

Delicate and quiet as the dawn

Till midnight fled and we were overtaken

By longing stronger than the strongest storm.

And passion touched my skin like strands of silver

Searing like the lightning in your eyes

Hands, once soft, became as rough as iron

And the bright moon echoed with our lovers' cries.

The joy of love, no poet can describe it

The need of man for woman, who can tell

What else on earth can give a taste of heaven

Take it away and makes you taste of hell?

Here in the night I reach the arms of wanting

I long once more to walk the road of bliss

Touch me with hands of softness and of iron

And dream me back to our first summer's kiss.

©by Voo

June 28, 2007 

2 a.m.