Last night I dreamed of Him...

(I)

I dreamed of Him last night again

of Him, whose face I cannot see
of Him, whose body calls to me

The soul who irresistably
mine meets and fits magnetically

I kissed those lips I never have
... twice, traced the curve of supple spine
A moments dalliance, divine

And then, before to more it led
I pled excuse- as ever- fled



(II)

Of Him, I dreamed, last night, again.

Awake, whose face I cannot see
In dreams, whose body calls to me

Whom thrice has come in other guise
I cannot see with waking eyes

"Truth Lives in Brief Infinities, demand not Dead Forever
And Life's is too brief to live in fear
of deceit by an impostor"

And as I wake, I realise
I have matured past what’s thought wise





(III)

Last night, I dreamed of Him again.

Daylight is here.
I wonder, lightly, where he might be

I'm driving down the long, flat highway
of going, where I must.

In the distance near I see massed clouds
the sky is dark and low
the air is cool and welcoming

Heavy with the promise of coming rain