A lady of dreams <br />Floats on the waves of slumbers deep <br />And stares, a look that looks through the soul <br />Of him who is asleep <br /> <br />An image lost on waking <br />As the minds Inner Eye now blind <br />Dancing memories of a vision <br />That cross the now awoken mind <br /> <br />The light of the morning sun that shines <br />Blinding to the minds sleeping Inner Eye <br />Its strange that the image when sleeping seen <br />Is lost when slumbers dreams fly.<br /><br />Tomás Ó Cárthaigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lady-of-dreams/
