Beneath the dome of ancient night, <br />When owls awake, and poets write, <br />My lover sleeps, the sylvan child, <br />With flowers that are strange and wild. <br /> <br />A million miles away is she, <br />Until she wakes and smiles on me, <br />Twin mirrors of unconcious dreams, <br />To cast a light on all that seems. <br /> <br />What can we find that is not here <br />Between her heart and mine, <br />One precious moment made more dear <br />When our two souls entwine.<br /><br />Sacha Hayes O'Grady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-the-dome-of-ancient-night/
