She holds me fast
laying here beside her
where sleep gathers her mind
To the restful warmth of dreams.
I lay intoxicated
upon the image that so delights
dresses my being, til whole
Nothing more I need nor want
Than she that holds fast my heart
draws my thoughts warm and clear
Into the chambers of her Soul.
Love, Sweet precious stream of being
which so entangles another's prism
into very depths of what oneness means
Qualifies the story of a hundred beats
Of pounding heart, desires unquenched flame
Till drawn out, All that is me beholds her name
ravished in the solitude of dreams
I fall into the visions of her mind.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph