I had a dream
of beauty so pure
she had no name
only the bluest eyes
and the most golden hair
plucked from Renaissance paintings
and Shakespeare's romances
from the scribblings of poets
and the strokes of artists
like an angel from God's side
flown down into my dreams
shed of her white gown
revealing that silky skin
sensuous body of a goddess
rumored by myths and legends
by tales of men from sea
and on this night
I can only pray
that I'll dream of her again.


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