The Dream - Part 3

With our eyes still locked together in that penetrating gaze
The whole world did swirl around us, blurring all into a daze
It did happen at that moment our blessed silence broke
With the sweetest of foreboding, just a word within a choke

Not the kind that hinders hearing; not with sadness of an end
But with longing for another day when things begin again
Yes, the word my non-corporeal love sent from his soul to mine
Was a precious, hard to hear, yet not unpalatable kind

As he uttered this one word his breath fell warm upon my skin
And his silky voice did soothe my soul and calm me from within
With the last res’nating hint of his sweet solitary word
Our private realm of paradise flitted round us like a bird

The Dream - Part 2

No words broke the peaceful calm of our ethereal rendezvous
Where we might have spoken, eyes told more than lips are able to
Though my gaze could pass right through him, round his waist my arms did stay
And I’ve never felt a warmth or touch to match his to this day

So in blissful, joyous heaven did my heart and soul reside
Quite suspended in that instance; in the air and by his side
No fear entered, no sense deadened, no corrupted imagery
No thing other than myself, and this enchanted entity

Then my suitor brought our eyes to meet, his brightest emerald green
And ‘twas then that he was clearer than he had quite ever been
His touch now was even warmer, his grip firmer, gentler still
My whole body, soul, conformed to his; my being bent to his will