Entranced by a dove trilling
Into the window of my soul.
Singing me into being,
With the melodies she invokes.

Asleep, I catch sight of her ruby red lips,
The touch of her gentle kiss,
The fragrance of her sweet perfume,
She shines as bright as the moon.

Her image is briefly captured
Within the mirror of my mind.
The sound of her sweet whispers
Fading back into these dreams of time.

The sound of her voice, her gentle caress,
The enchantment of her eyes, her sweetness.
As night turns to day, and day to night,
She is my muse, I am her delight.

Her perfumes sweet fragrance,
Floating through the air,
Savoring it in devoted reverence,
Her absence causing despair.

Crossroads between mind, body, and soul,
Body, the flute through which melodies flow.
A ceaseless daily mourning streaming,
through the inner depths of my being.

Where is the dreamer?
Who is the dream?
And why are these images,
Dancing inside of me?

World upside down,
Reality turned outside in,
Images whirling round,
Over and Over again.

Creating me with the sound that he hears,
Captured within the vision of his sight.
Be, I become, becoming being, I appear.
A reflected reflection dancing in the light.

Beheld by him, I am aware, perceiving,
Through sight and sound, I am, existing.
Beloved, I am the lover. Lover, I am the beloved.
To me, he is the song, to him I am the dove.

His fine features, and handsome face,
That luxuriant golden hair,
Those blue eyes’ embrace.
With him, nothing can compare.

Captivated by his glance,
Imprisoned within this stare.
I sing on top of my perch,
From inside of this lair.

Object of my eye,
Light of my life,
For my beloved I sing,
For my beloved I shine.

Visions of other, their beauty sublime,
Is there a trickster inside this dream of mine?
Am I a prisoner, imprisoned within?
Or this dream, can I transcend?

Shadows at play,
Through night and day.
It is hard to resist,
Dreams such as this.