Written 6/26/99 <br /> <br /> In the darkest deepest nite <br />M'Lady Josephene did come to me. <br /> I see her throu the fires light. <br /> Walking slowly towards me. <br /> Such a vision my eyes do see. <br /> Can this vision be real? <br />Or is it but a foolish dream? <br /> I be so tired and worn. <br />For long did I do battle this day. <br /> I be not sure of what <br />is real and what be not. <br /> For my mind does play tricks on me. <br /> But Lo, It must be real, for now <br />M'Lady does stand afore me. <br /> Slowly, unsure of my <br />senses, I reach out to thee. <br /> To see if thou art but a dream. <br /> If thee were but a dream, <br /> thy hand wouldst not touch mine. <br /> Now thee kneel by my side, <br />and kiss me softly on my lips. <br /> No dream couldst be this real. <br /> Thy art not a dream, thy art real. <br /> For when we kissed, <br />I tasted the sweetness of thy lips. <br /> Lips much sweeter <br />then the sweetest mead. <br /> Aye thy lips how soft they are to kiss. <br /> Oh M'Lady Josephene, <br />the touch of your hand in mine, <br /> so soft and gentle. <br /> Thy skin, the color of Alabaster. <br /> The warmth of thy skin next <br />to mine, so soothing it tis. <br /> As we sit near the fires warmth, <br />my arm around thy shoulder. <br /> I hold thee gently but close to my side. <br /> I gaze into thy lovely green eyes <br />and see the fires light dancing there <br /> M'Lady Josephene, how is <br />it thee came to be here? <br /> To sit beside me near the fires warmth. <br /> I whisper in thy ear <br />of how I do so love thee. <br /> I kiss thee gently and <br />tenderly on thine sweet lips. <br /> I lay back down with thee <br />beside me and gently fall asleep.<br /><br />Denzil Straight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkest-deepest-nite/
