The sequined embroidery of the midnight sky
Is a cloth of purest silken thread
To be draped around your sweetest self
As through my illuminated dreams you then tread.
Your footsteps fall lightly and yet they are fleeting
And I scramble to clasp my dreams near
Love's star is risen; see its beauty
So bright, its soft glimmer threading pearls that adhere.
Escape from me? Never in my dreams, sweet lover!
That silvered blue cloth guides me to you.
Once I have you, you'll not want to leave
For my dreams exist so self-expression be true.