Distant Dream

It must have been a distant dream, a figment of the mind,
I thought I felt warm arms and a heart, loving and kind.
A lover's kiss, an angel's breath, and me awash in flame,
But this path does not lead that way, to that I am resigned.

If this life is no more than dream, perhaps then it was real,
I know that is was glorious, my very essence thrilled.
Hands were touching places long since lost to me,
Dancing fingers, darting tongue - from whence was love distilled?

I don't know who the spirit was, long lost before my birth,
But limbs and heart and very soul, I was an eager slave.
And there beauty was increased, for I found my spirit safe -
Love alone was there in unseen eyes - and that love did I crave.

White-hot heat penetrated the emptiness of lonely years,
Wetness crashing soft - then hard; taking away the tears.
In the dark I thought I saw a face - I vainly tried to touch it -
Elusive as my hopes and dreams; leastways it so appears.

I was washed in ribald sweat and then washed in pure light,
And then I was just left there; lost in that strange, dark night.
You are better than this world, your taste won't leave my lips,
I hunger for my angel's kiss, the wet flame you did incite.

Won't you touch me, won't you take me, one last time again?
I've never known pure love before, at least not in this life.
I buy my love with broken dreams, sometimes a bone or two,
Take my body, take my soul, where wings and love are rife.

It must have been a distant dream, a figment of the mind,
I thought I felt warm arms and a heart, loving and kind.
A lover's kiss, an angel's breath, and me awash in flame,
But this path does not lead that way, to that I am resigned.