The sun has fled beneath the crimson line,
And velvet night descends in silent grace.
Now let thy spirit with the stars entwine,
While I, in dreams, seek out thy resting place.
Behold the moon, who guards thy slumber deep,
And scatters silver dust across the sky.
May softest silence through thy chamber creep,
As constellations watch with sleepless eye.
Though miles may stretch between my heart and thine,
No earthly bounds can hold the lover’s soul.
Through ether dark I cross the border line,
To make our severed spirits once more whole.
So close thine eyes, my love, and drift away,
Upon the tide of midnight’s gentle sea.
I shall remain until the break of day,
The sovereign of thy dreams, watching thee.
This piece draws upon the Romantic tradition of viewing the dreamscape as a higher reality than the waking world. It emphasizes that while physical bodies may be bound by geography, the spiritual connection of lovers thrives in the quiet, starlit realm of the imagination.
