I watched you bind your hair in silver twine
And jewel it with rare gems from your teak chest.
Your arms, in silken sleeves, you gently pressed
Against your heart and made this dream divine.
You pursed your lips which taste of sweet mulled wine,
Your blue silk gown shows dragons that invest
You with bold magics from the East, and West,
Here in this grotto, at this antique shrine.
But you are more than things, or words or gold,
You are both spirit and a living girl,
You are God’s goodness here so sweetly rolled
Into a lovely, regal precious pearl.
Then in my dream you deftly turned and swirled,
And with a sigh you conquered all the world.