In Dreams Well Met
SHADES OF PASSION
In Dreams Well Met
A Northern Man twas he, we know
A Southern Lass twas she, so sweet
So resting, they met, in holy sleep
His days grew long with anxious desire
The road was intense and many hurts taken
And off on her island, away from the shore
As he drew closer, their dreamtime would fade
Having missed him thus for a week or more
Joyous are we who know these two folks
SHADES OF PASSION
Shades of passion hide away
It's true that neither broom nor breeze
No power have they to haunt or curse
Copyright Daniel B. Rathburn 1997
Where sleet and ice is known to blow
Twas so his heart until the time
The tides moved strong into his dreams
Guided by scores of gold moonbeams
And gave him visions so sublime
Many a man would die at her feet.
But deep inside her, emptiness lay
Though late at night when she retired
Her heart and soul became unmired
And so, wished not, for breaking day
And walked in meadow, forest deep,
Without the sight of mortal flesh
They fell in love, speaking their heart
And wept whenever they had to part
Rejoiced each evening with joy afresh
And thoughts of her flared ever higher
And though the world was large and remote
He sought her out, for he knew where she lay
A vision had told him afore break of day
She abided on land although strangely afloat
And after each sleep, he awoke often shaken
For weariness had stolen his time from his sweet
His mind had collapsed, his body fell hard
His dreams rolled black, all thoughts in discard
Lacking the power to stay on his feet
She dreamt of her lordship, and loved even more
But sometimes her love would not reappear
She swore with frustration, sometimes in pain
At times wondering if she'd go insane
Then he would arrive, dispelling all fear
Worrying more, she became more afraid
That he would drift by, missing her reach
And the new world seen by him would displace
The tears of love upon her face
And all the fates to them impeach
She happened one morning to open her door
A stranger stood there, but she knew in her heart
And so knew he and he picked her up high
Laughing and crying, breathing a sigh
Now they join together, never to part
To feel the passion their union invokes
For in us all there rests such a flame
Good luck and pleasures await them we know
Fair weather and passion where ever they go
And though happy, we envy them, just the same
Within the cracks of memory
And lie asleep until the day
When blessed thoughts return to me
Can cast away these ghosts of flame
Laying dormant until they please
Embracing me, calling my name
For within each vision happiness reigns
My past, though tawdry, is never worse
Than passion lost through moral gain