Through the foggy realm of sleep
A hazy slyph came from the deep
And in this haunting nighttime mist
Came a tender touch, then a kiss.
This sprightly spirit danced through the room
Banishing the impending gloom
Her gown a lacey, gauzy veil
Her features pallid white, and pale.
Her scent jasmine and columbine
Mixed with that of rose and wine
She vanished into the morning’s air
The sleeper reaching in despair.
With dawn all trace of her was gone
‘cept a hint of jasmine in the air
On the nightstand in the sun
A wilted rose was laying there.