Beneath the moon, bright and beguiling.
In my minds eye, dark and deep.
I feel your presence summonsing me,
to be at your finger tips.
Surrendered in your thoughts.
You, fingering the strings that sewn my soul together
Like strings on your guitar.
The chains you hold me with,
Taunt, bringing me forth to your command.
In the Dungeon of your soul,
where we step to a minuet.
You dance me in circles like a marionette on strings,
leading me to love thee eternally.
And alas it is all just a dream…