A Miss Summer's Night Dream

The verve of sensation and stylish variety- Moves deeper inside where the rage of my heart Defines my displeasure, yet tears me apart To know what remains is derisive to fantasy. And perfection is seen as exclusive not mine, But this, unobtainable nightmare surveys The pangs of anxiety my frustration plays; And thwarted still further in search for divine. As Goddess of Dance you have tip-toed or two Performing a solo where dances and dreams, Prepare me an ending that waking up seems Like death as it is, and I’m losing you too. Visiting promise to find you're not there. Is love's great despair just a vanishing act? It loyally behaves but I'm dying in fact Devoting this love to a trance anywhere. It absconds to a Waterford crystal mirage As Lord of the Dance in a sequel to this, The moment I wake isn't one I should miss Proposing to fit into her entourage.