The Sword Dance. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

If I could see her and that memory keep
I’d dare not approach lest I wake her from sleep
It’s late and she lies, God’s ground for a bed
With stars as a blanket and dreams in her head.
I sit by the fire and flickering flames high
Seem to dance on my darling on deepest blue skies,
They leap in the dark like swords in a fight
But in sleep she is dreaming of more beautiful sights
She can’t see me as she lies in her bed
And I cannot see what goes on in her head.