I Wished On A Star

My languid heart was lost in reverie As I wished upon a star last night; While engaged in this wistful beggary, An angel altered my wretched plight The mirror briefly captured his contour, My silken sheets wrinkled with his weight, His wings, with subtle fragrance of mille fleur Brushed my face in a most awkward state My body quivered as I gasped aloud, (His intentions could only be guessed) O'er my room the moon spread its silver shroud As warm lips against mine gently pressed What sensual words were whispered in my ear, (I'm sure Seraphs blushed in disbelief!) Rarely are mortals permitted so near Heaven, discarding Life's cloak of grief Yet, is this not deemed a celestial task? Love must soar on wings of Faith and Hope Guided by an angel in mortal mask, When in our dark solitude we grope In his arms I had found my paradise! Though this encounter was but a dream, How deep was the love I saw in his eyes, When he touched me how real it did seem Panic seized my heart as morning appeared And the sun's first rays dappled the floor; With dawn's light he vanished, just as I feared, For even Heaven could give no more But on my mind is etched every detail, And when yearning makes my thoughts take flight, Should I make a wish and the stars fail, I've but to recall that wondrous night