By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Beneath an oak in Shallows Broke,
I dreamt of you over a ghostly mote,
hovering just on watery mists,
enticing arms and lips to kiss.
Your eyes so deep a warm embrace,
and I all stars and heart to race,
did rise from earth and float to thee,
to touch your hand and in love be.
But as your delicate hand reached out,
my sudden weight did find my doubt,
and I all bound to earthly state,
did fall right down in watery fate.
Darkness freed my heart from breath,
and I rose above that water crest,
to hover on that ghostly mote,
with arms outstretched, and bound by oath.
On bank across you stood there lost,
your eyes now fixed on mine, defrost,
and as you rose to find my touch,
I felt a strange and familiar rush.
Before your hand could touch my skin,
your body fell in water sin,
consumed by dark and lifeless death,
stuck in cycles, life bereft.