I Was As Two Acquainted

I Was As Two Acquainted

I was as two acquainted in a dream

With memory and musical waters

I caressed the folds of an alizarin stream

With trembling hands that falter

And sought the seam and journeyed slow

That flows from black to shadows

The poetic hand did rhyme below

And sang amidst the meadows

I whispered soft on golden braids

But not in words but prayers

And sought the parting of the shades

Beneath the edge of crimson layers

And then as one acquainted in a dream

In depths of rhythmic flow

The beating of the hearts supreme

Between the hues that cry and glow

Then sunrise came and time returned

No wine to cheer or feign

Save one hope, all others spurned

That I could sleep and dream again