In hazel dreams,
What thoughts held I,
That through the mists of morning,
Yet in the comfort of my bed,
~ Cocooned in layered silk,
Did to another fly.
When out from this secluded space,
As filtered light was dawning,
A morning shadow there I fled,
~ A breeze~blown gossamer,
Hushed softly to this place.
Then, lightly as the softest down,
That eased itself to settle
Kissed gently then the sleeping head
~ That such as I was swaddled,
Within a golden crown.
What peace and beauty there did lie,
Within that splendo'red bosom,
Did wonder . . marvel . . fill with love!
. . When honor'd such as this
. . . Beheld, an angel, I.