Dream

I dreamt of thee again last nite- Whenst I retreat'd to my chamber. That thou sent to me an invite, To play out under the bower. And didst I sprint to the garden Swing myself to thy very arms. Kiss didst we by the bluish ferns Whilst summer nights kept ourselves warm. Rolled and sighed we amongst the bush; Thou stroked my cheeks and I reddened. Thou caressed my hair and I blushed; My heart thumped loud with wild passion! We'd play over and over 'gain Wrapped only by tranquil night air. Not even one touch of the rain; On thy white skin-how sleek and fair! Thy blue eyes consoled my longing- Thy bronze hair sent my thoughts roaming! Clouded by desires were we both- Without any soft naughty cloth. Hark, how I cursed the vile morning! Woke I again to this lone winter so alluring My soul afresh, is secluded; My love anew, is deserted. Copyright © Dawa Zangpo