A dream of Calling

Upon a midnight dream I find my light upon the moon,

and in my dream, may I find the calling of winter upon my lips.

It is upon a midnight calling that I find you in remorse of my soul,

and in the nightshade of my glory, will I find you forever born.

Light finds you upon the kiss of a midsummer night's dream,

and in that kiss, I find I miss, the tonight of tomorrow's calling.

What upon this life can be of a surprise to a midnights dark kiss

and in that life, can I find, the life, that I find upon a midnight kiss?

And in the flower of my bosom, what can call me to a summer's bliss?

It is the sky that comes calling with endless drifts,

that all come crawling at the top of a summer's gist.

I find the flower atop the greens of the mountain slides,

To see a dream sprawling upon the star of a midnight's cries.

It is the tear of joy that I find the kiss upon Eden's rose,

and a dream to understand all that is coming upon a distant calling.

I understand that life come around with the blue of the sky,

Upon frozen rivers and hearts of desire that form in the mouth.

It is in this life that I find mystery in the submission of my years,

to wipe away raindrops that form on the fantasy around my ears.

What a dream it is to find you upon the chill of winter's fate,

and to see you come crawling like a cat in the night,

in me forever, and willing to tempt fate once again.