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Introduction:

This is a subtle poem about one of those beauties half glimpsed by night who remain with us to haunt our dreams forever

Once, in the realm of sweet oblivion;
That vast empire of half forgotten dreams,
I saw a girl with eyes of pale vermillion
Dancing amidst the soft moonbeams.

Upon the pure and silken sands she danced;
Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves,
Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced,
Making all mortal men her slaves.

Now deep in the languid heart of night she glides
Across the boundless obsidian plain.
Through the spaces in between the hours she slides
Where I glimpse her time and time again.

Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.

Empress of onyx skies and waning moon;
Throughout the realm of dream her dark light shines!
Now from her tower window, dawn she spies, and soon,
Upon red velvets, she reclines.

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