Oh divinity divine.
In sleep thou art the Angel of light,
God's own, Taken to Angel's home to dream.
Shine bright the star you are as you stay.
The Heaven's touching you with sublime thought.
Dark, your raven locks fall about you.
You lie upon golden bower below golden trees,
The tears of the trees fall gold around thy bower.
But one touches softly the majesty of Earthly woman.
The butterfly of Soul metamorphs into Heavens own,
Thou art now of two realms my Love.
Let me just kiss thy feet in supplication,
Let me kneel in these golden tears and but watch thee.
Open up thy orbs of Soul that I may drown within there light.
Let thy laughter tinkle as a little golden bell,
The laughter of a Lady.
Sublime thoughts in a wondrous mind,
Too hold and keep one the gift of salvation.
Beauty supreme walking in dream,
Far away in some sun-lit fantasy.
Then two soft arms encircle my chest,
Two hands caress my skin.
My Lady has not left me for the sun,
What glorious satisfaction to see beauty by me.
The moonlight shining on sleeping vision,
Standing by me is spirit magnified.
Hand and hand Lady and Dark Man start a new journey,
To where, the night only knows.
Soul to Soul eternal.