Draw near in the dark of floating, misty dreams,
appear to me, my love, as you used to be,
from cold bitter death, leave your Paradise stream,
open the gate and drift silently to me,
and kiss me, kiss me, my love, within this dream.
Inspiration from the poem, Echo, it seems.
Christina Rossetti wrote of seclusion,
of dreams and lost love with sensual passion.
January 8, 2013
For the contest, Poetry About Poetry