a dream

O lady, deep in dreams,
Open your eyes for me.
Waiting beside your floral throne
My desolate soul, you shall see.

A gentle smile crosses your lips
Whilst you enjoy this deep slumber,
I long in moments like this,
In dreams, me, do you remember?

The steady locks of hairs,
Entangling my memoirs within,
Fingers, laboring hard not to touch,
Seek panacea of any carnal sin.

Let the silence encompass you,
Your progenitor’s lovely embrace.
Peace may descend on your spirit,
With a mother’s caring grace.

O lady, deep in dreams,
Open your eyes for me.
Waiting beside your floral throne,
My desolate soul, you shall see.