My eyes, go to sleep,

venture toward lands and places

far away, where there are no traces

of aught but true love, deep.  

My mouth, steal away

to sing in dreams and to my eyes 

speak, until that unison dyes 

my every thought in perfect sway.  

Between dancing darkness and flirting 

light, heaven's scent perfuming 

each step from gate to gate,

my own dreams skirting

the rim of golden swooning,

finally, nestling into peace until sweet abate.  

by Karli Krueger