Gladly caught within your dream

You are now all but nearly lost to me
Nothing but a mere ghost -a spectre- 
Across a distant swirling gossamer sea​
Where restless dreams teem 
In spiralling squally streams 
That are now -once and forever-
In a constant cavorting sensual scene
Their capped images 
Are captured by starlight 
Crystal bright 
That then slowly folds 
Then flows away from our parting minds 
And there  in the blue shadows 
That surround the green morning trees
Beneath the speckled shade 
Of a Golden rising dawn 
I then gladly awake into your dream. 

(c) adh2013