The Force of Dreams

              The Force of Dreams

I dreamed of you last night.  I dreamed and dreamed,

Yet more, as if there never had been dreams

In me till then.  Reality it seemed

Had never been reality.  Green dreams

Of Eden never could have been like you

There in this night of nights.  If Eden’s green

Had interrupted, then a threatened view

Of sin would have intruded on the scene,

So dreams would have been tainted by the false,

But actuality of dreams reigned best.

Theology could never learn to waltz

As you did in these dreams so purely dressed.

  Yet they were only dreams.  They could not blend

    With you, you, you where eyes and hair contend.

Phillip Whidden