I fain would know who she might be
pervades my sleep each night
Is she the moon that shines above
the sun's uprising light ?
A mere reflection of the mind
by cogitation wrought ?
An image by my soul designed
disclosed to me by thought ?
A form by willing spirit drawn
my hopes to realise ?
One which my sight should want for to
perceive in fleshly guise ?
Might she exist in far off land
or even nearer home ?
Perhaps she nightly dreams of me
Oh could she read my poem !
Perhaps it be "elle n'existe pas"
a wrathful demon's scheme
to lure me to regretful deeds
asleep and while I dream !
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Glasgow, 1st December 1965
Publications
1992 The Third Half (UK)
1992 International Poetry (USA)
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