Naiad (A Sonnet) Poem by Barry Blander

If love dreamt, enraptured only with Time
And perfect hands would surface from the sea
From conch held by their fingers I'd sip wine
And care not whether I be or not be
Should day turn black and night shine with sunlight
I'd not care, should you only turn to me
But let love be sheathed in rose red and white
And let your wings lift and soar to be free.
If sorrow should leave, flowing into streams...
If tomorrow comes and offers its key
I would sleep, wade in the wake of your dreams
Rejoice should you say you and me be we
Let not Today's pale face be forgotten
Nor her child, Tomorrow, soon begotten.