Thoughts...

It is not the full moon that frightens me Nor the darkness Strong northern breezes that whirl Nor the quiet of the night Tis the face I see each eve as I close my eyes and dream A face like a yon’ lighthouse’s beam Angel eyes shinning in my slumber Soft tender lips that make my heart burn bright Drawing me closer caught within the beauty of your touch I fall beneath your spell… lost without human sight We dance upon billowing white clouds…. Time fades away The enhancement ends and the sun streams upon my bed Frightened only by the thought of you… When my eyes awaken and I find… My beloved not at my side…