There is a secret drawer that rattles, restless and fitful
If I open it just a crack, dreams within might simply vanish into thin air.
I can see everything with the inward eye–
how you held me with a longing and gentleness
no one else has done before or since
Warm and steady as I’ll always remember it.
The violent shakings are a nuisance
But that moment is still as vivid and dear to me.
Would that everything fall into place and we are free–
to roam every chamber, every nook and cranny of our dreams.
Where kisses turn into bliss
and whispers weave poetry
We feed on them and have our fill
All the eventide until the sun peaks
And even then I’ll be your Star, your ethereal light
The constant in your chaotic life.