Catching Tigers Poem by Barry Middleton

if ever dreams come true
where wistful dreamers go
then I would capture you
before the cold winds blow

the tiger roams the night
to bring the dream alive
the necromancer's might
would make a love survive

now in my haunted room
the ghost of loss retires
your magical perfume
rekindled midnight fires

so on my bed I slumber
on sheets as cold as snow
in fading vague penumbra
illusions come and go

so oft in drifting dreams
the tiger makes escape
exotic night redeems
the dark magician's cape