Remedy

Sometimes, on sleepless night like this—
When even the moon dims her brow
And stars are kept in timelessness
To shade already shadowed howe—

My thoughts are turned, my dreaming too,
To the sphere’s of your emerald skies;
Auburn locks of luminous hue,
Enchanting mystery of the eyes.

Glaze my gaze with your summer days,
In glades and lakes, secrets revealed;
Myriads of Dryads dance your ways
With secret souls, in heart, congealed.

But nights too short, and days too long—
Too short to dream, too long to wait—
While yet, I hear your seraphim song
From pearly thrones scintillate.

When on sleepless nights, such as this,
I hear your voice and dream of bliss.