Dreams

Such dreams
That do invade my sleep
And call your face, in fancies
To my mind.

Those dreams that do dispel
The furrows of depression 'pon my brow,
Until such time as I awake
And find my comfort flown,
My dreams dispersed, 'til future hours;
When darkness falls
And slumber,
Peaceful slumber,
Queen of healers,
Does beckon me with open arms.

With knowledge of the pleasures
Sleep holds deep in her dark bower,
Once more, my wakeful self,
Tormented,
Will release its reins of fierce restraint
And free my aching heart
To live within my dreams