We stood on the banks of an icy stream
when you came to me lately in my dream.
You wore a long dark coat and golden rings.
Your lashes lifted and lowered like raptor wings.
Silent your grip. Silent the fog and fall of rain.
I felt in your flesh the beauty of your brain.
I can’t easily conceive not being haunted
by your nighttime visits — your grey eyes, my gaunted
visage — even if you’re there only a minute.
How dreadful my sleep without you in it.