Slipping into slumber, such a
peaceful state of grace, Where all the world is possible and nothing is denied, Before my
dreaming eyes I recognize your loving face, Miraculously never scarred by years of time
and tide. You come to me in silence then,
your arms outstrectched and warm, I slide into them eagerly and melt against your mind,
Enwrapped in you, and you in me, protected from the storm, We know each other's deepest
wants, for this has been designed By some decree beyond us over which no heart can rule,
Some name it fate, some name it luck, some name it torment too, But he who would yet
challenge it will find himself a fool, The gods exert their will and, effortless, exact
their due. So acquiescing silently, no
thought this to defy, No matter how impossible and moonstruck it may seem, We give each to
the other, every sustenance supply, For who would choose to waken from this perfect
priceless dream?