Once Upon a Dream
Mel Merrill
In the toss and turn of sleep
Where willow bloom and roses weep,
I saw a vision bathed in white
Dispelling darkness with her light.
And in my misty reverie,
Where what is not, can always be;
She took my hand, as well my heart,
And I did love her from the start.
For I beheld through slumber's grace
the beauty of her smiling face—
A work of art from gods here lent;
A graceful treasure heaven sent
With eyes that caused my soul to burn,
And in a fever left to yearn;
Her hair spun on an angel's loom—
Exquisite as a lyre's plume.
Her ruby lips and olive skin,
The hint of love I couldn't win;
A smile that begged a gentle kiss—
A moment of celestial bliss.
And as I reached to touch her face,
I found that there was only space—
Just love forbidden by my sleep,
A taste of rapture, not to keep.
But still I try to set it right,
To tell the story of that night;
Of how a vision let me see,
The beauty of eternity.
And yet my words are frail and weak
And fail her, of whom I speak.
For how can one describe the sun—
Or express a dream, when it is done.
But in my mind I still can see,
A glimpse of who appeared to me.
Now blessed torment I must wear—
Not all to have, but just a share.
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