Dreams

Dreams

In dreams,  content to be in love’s caress.
Illuminate my face. A kiss with night.
Refuse the invalid the summer’s light.
In desert’s refuse, bites my hopelessness.
Too close, one does desert the content, less 
it be invalid, when awake to fight;
To struggle with the winds of pure delight.
And hold the mist to bow before the blessed.

But blessed means what when envy’s eyes do close?
Reduced to judgement, beauty they will lack.
And wind up tight like love of mother does,
when young is led to kiss the blossom rose.
Soon doves will fly, the sun against their back,
and I awake to morn, with less the woes.