sometimes you come to me
like a strange light in a crystalline dream
and your smile is as soft as the flame
of a red candle.  such thoughts can comfort
me through quiet and long, lonely nights.

a thought of you is like a swallow's wing-tip
touching the water, a whiff of gentle breeze
leaving no shadow to be caught, no light
to be traced;  a falling star.

on white sails, tranquil with warm dreams,
i fly out on a river, across the hills
through blue clouds and the depths of night
and i lose myself, thinking the amber stars are your eyes...

next to this dream, i want no other world.