In Dream

In Dream he comes to me,
Beckoning, seducing, pleading:
"Come love with me and be my life."
He awakens my body into being.

Loving caresses and gentle words stir
My soul to join him there.
Elysian Fields he doth me offer...
He should not tempt so. 'Tis not fair.

The home he shows me will never do.
My mother, Goddess, forbids it. Harvest she
Would cancel, growth of crops she'd bar.


I awake again and still reside above you.
Your Reign below torments both of us, fore
I will shall always remain a Dream away.