Fragrant remnants' of sensuous art
For is not love an art in the making?
Vagrant emotions that challenge the heart
Score of this sonata dreamt while waking
The ever-tantalizing dance of want
Hands clasp, fingers entwined, nothing between
Be, just to be, reside now in this jaunt
Strands of music drift in from the canteen
Held in a gaze and caressed by the sight
Midnight trickles in and lays upon skin
Meld, with moves designed for this form of flight
Entice the senses, mystical time spin
Witch hour, shrouded in cloak of surreal
Dreamer of passionate forms of delight
Which way to thy alter of unrevealed?
Schemer, dream, while Pan plays his rustic pipe
©Charlotte Rose Hamby
For all midnight dreamers...