Delirium

You switch off the lights

And lie on your bed

While weaving a lonely thread. 

I come quiet, slow and silently

Flow on the streams of your mead.

I sit on the darkness the night

Promises, like a closed rose-bud.

As shy to the lips of a lover, yet

Yearning to touch the moist dew

On your skin and yet, tenderly nimble.

My fingers touch the grass on your bosom

And blossom out like morning flowers.

I rain down on your face like a shower

Of bokul -- fragrant and nostalgic of 

School summers and choked lectures.

The rain in your eyes shine through my

Forgotten face and reshapes my core of light.

I frame myself as images in dreams

And birds in homeward flight.

I fold my hair in ripples of night

That weaves through your sleep 

And rest. I smile a flicker of golden 

Flame that shines across your crest.

I find my nook and return to the nest

You built inside your breast.