It is not the full moon that frightens me
Nor the darkness
Strong northern breezes that whirl
Nor the quiet of the night

Tis the face I see each eve as I close my eyes and dream
A face like a yon’ lighthouse’s beam

Angel eyes shinning in my slumber
Soft tender lips that make my heart burn bright
Drawing me closer caught within the beauty of your touch
I fall beneath your spell… lost without human sight
We dance upon billowing white clouds…. Time fades away
The enhancement ends and the sun streams upon my bed

Frightened only by the thought of you…
When my eyes awaken and I find…
My beloved not at my side…

Patricia Gale

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