And once, amid the drear, dark wasteland of the night, <br />I met you on the Hill of Dreams; towards the hour <br />When long, mysterious shadows, and the folding flower <br />Call home the day, and bring the evening star to sight. <br /> <br />And there, alone, we saw a sky that burned <br />With the dragon's-blood of sunset, with a beauty unsurpassed <br />That seared the sight, until it fell to ash at last. <br />And then, in the first faint radiance of the moon, I turned <br /> <br />To hold and kiss you, and to swear my love once more, <br />And look out upon the sleeping city far below. <br />To sense infinity around us, and to know <br />Such depths of love as I had never known before. <br /> <br />Sublime, divine and radiant Princess of Desire, <br />You are my dream within a dream, the one fair prize <br />Of life that I would cherish; in your depthless eyes, <br />I see the bright reflection of my love for you. <br /> <br />And, may it shine forever, clear and true; <br />Beyond that time when life itself expires. <br />In this, and other lives to come, our paths will meet. <br />And in the circle of your love, I am complete<br /><br />William Mark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hill-of-dreams-epilogue/
