By William  insegnanti@yahoo.com
Date: 9 February 1999

A Request

Most every night I share my bed with thee,
Though it is true that you are never there.
As soft and clear your vision comes to me
The perfume of your presence fills the air.
My gaze is fixed in your beguiling eyes.
These lips that never touch yours still do taste
Of your sweet kiss.  My breath does fall and rise
In time with yours.  My soul is with yours graced.
I try to fill my mind with other dreams
In vain attempt to quench this inner flame.
But I cannot forget you, for it seems,
The night wind teases my ears with your name.
     Permit me, love, to dream of you at night,
     To have this way, that which I never might.