Dreamweaver

It’s not a stable land to live,
Within a lover’s lilac dream
Her nights are pulled by many horses
Geldings, stallions, mares and mean

Foraging for fortress of strongheld kiss
This peasant soul will wander and glean
For lucid enchantment of woven notion
Shifts one a knight of moonlit gleam

Clear the skies of lingering gloom
No dreams of dragons while fingering loom
A chamber design, a candlelit room
Or secret garden where moonflowers bloom

Let’s take to mounting, to ride, to ride
The pulse now quickened, side by side
Full pupils meet – no fears to hide
Flooding such warmth through eventide

Weaver now weave a soft bed to stay
So this knight in arms greets light of day
Weave an honest, gentle retreat
Where mortal world may support our feet

Image credit:
Two Horses and Chickens in a Stable, Wouterus Verschuur (1812–1874)