My Dream Queen. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

She stands tall, erect and there before me

Stripped naked with exotic beauty

Her silhouette 'gainst morning stars

But I'm imprisoned behind these bars

The stars pick out her curving lines

My eyes exploring almost feeling

It's forbidden, she may not be held

Or touched as if by magic spell

For in a dream we can but see

Yet this heals my heart and warms me.

But then she seems to disappear

As quickly as she had appeared

I looked, I searched but she was gone

Yet still I sought unto the dawn.

Can I love one I have not seen

This vision, this, my beauty queen.