Once upon a midnight clear,
While ravens nested far from here,
I knew, my love, you’d venture near
To treat with me again.
And evermore my dreams did take
Your form, the sight my eyes did make.
Your grace alone my heart did crave
To talk for hours on end.
Come to me now, I whisper loud,
Away from those, the maddening crowd
To commune in spirit, without a sound,
With naught but love to spend.
And when, with flourish, you do arrive,
I’ll open my soul, devour my pride;
Laying bare my thoughts for you to find
The place you need to mend.
For weary toils and labors hard
Have on your tortured mind made mark,
But by my side face down that dark
My joy, my love, my friend.
-Dakin 2/13/08
