I see you in all the women I've ever longed for;
I dream of you leading me up the stairs;
I dream of you guiding me to your door;
I see the color of your skin in the mixture of all of theirs.
I see your features move imperceptibly;
I see them change upon my every glance;
I see a feature I loved in thee
Change to one I loved in another, upon its earliest chance.
I dream of following you to your chamber,
I dream I kneel before you as you open your wings,
Unfurling a beauty too great to be captured by any mortal painter,
A beauty that never once had to bow, even to kings.
I dream of your endless flower blossoming before me,
I dream of losing myself there, forgetting myself as I pour,
There upon your flower's endless leaves,
All the love that in this lonely heart I've stored.
O' Saraswati or Asherah, Nefertiti or Aphrodite,
Hear my plea. I am but a sinner, as all men are or will be in time,
But these dreams that play in my heart, night after night, are my prayers to thee,
Here at your feet, asking for only a morsel of your love divine,
A love to hold close, a love that won't sunder my heart acleft,
A love that won't leave me; lest, of course, I
merit being left.
