Black Lady Poem by Kyle Williams

Once my journey to urge and seduce sleep was complete,
I began a new quest like the best of adventurers do
only allowing their feet to rest in streams infested with nymphs
and the reflection of heavenly bodies and so too their dreams.
Upon a bank of a bright raven stream, I stood,
overlooking a valley of low; with dim lights shining from windows
and where the waters of the obsidian cascade turns on a water wheel.
A woman stood beside me like they often do in dreams,
she was as dark as the night but I could feel the flesh of her arm beside mine.
And as the whistling wind told tales of benevolence; cooling my brow in the humid night.
And the people below came to and fro with buckets to catch water at the well
I knew I loved this woman that I could not see. Still the words would not come (not even in dreams)
for me to tell her it was so; that I only wanted her to be with me for evermore selfishly.

Then almost by telepathy she took my hand in hers,
her indulgent thumb rubbing over my callous knuckles
placing my hand by the soft flesh of her breast
closest her heart and I could interpret the rapid rhythm of its beat
'Come along…stay with me… find me every night'.
And even as I listened, drunk on her lavender aroma
I knew it would not be so, I knew it would not be her again.
and so said; so was done.
I awoke with the morning light and sat up in my cold bed
trying to remember to not forget this woman of my dread
this beatific lady I did not see.