Soft, my sleepy head one evening.
Holding fast a cross from Israel
O’er my heart, for Love’s forgiveness.
Then I saw a sight, quite welcome,
To a child of starry heaven:
On a board of dark-night matter
Drew the Master with his finger
Five points joined, a star-shaped image
Finished by a sixth point, centred.
Once His finger left the black board
Burst a light; a new-made star born.
What a clever One! I wondered
Hoping then He’d make the sun shine,
Yet He made a second star light
Up the night before my wide eyes.
Very soon – in deep hypnosis –
Did I reach the land of dreaming.
In that realm I found another –
Dark with unrequited passion.
Gave this one my self a garment,
Woven in the strangest fashion.
And he gave me food to savour,
Made me feel a princess, favoured.
Later did he stand behind me,
Put his head upon my shoulder,
Kiss my neck to make me bolder.
Lord of night, my dream-self’s other
Showed me that our bond is soldered,
Soothed my soul my Spirit’s lover.