Under The Stars Poem by Christian Muller

Under the stars she came to me last night.
Dreaming my dream, in some strange distant land.
While counselled poorly by my shifting sight
That led me down the path of fleeting sand.
Yet ‘fore I was consumed by mortal fears.
She grabbed my feeble arm, and pulled me out
Of my descent, and drew me to her spheres.
Which purged my flut'ring heart of wicked doubt.
Her lips did move, yet no sweet sound arose.
Nor sound from mine. And from her left-hand eye
So well emerged a multi-coloured rose.
Which slowly faded with the starless sky.
But now her image wanes in waking lands.
That fleets like water from my trembling hands.