Cathy II

["John L. Aceves" <103042.307@compuserve.com>]

                               Where is the magick child, in sleepland Splendid,
                                here faint hope or blithe spirit's rarely found
                                in seas never ventured after mortal day's ended,
                                nor lost in stranger waters where bliss is bound
                                through misty evening tide of unrequited dreams
                                inhaled 'tween cherub lips in so gentle slumber,
                                while midnight winds mingle with moonlight beams
                                to kiss and caress her perfect sense of wonder;
                                she wanders hereafter in legend-haunted groves
                                comforted by laughter and a gift of sacred
sight,
                                dances with faeries whose secret names she knows
                                until holy Darkness wakes to put away the night.
                                Now she lies sweetly napping in a bed that's
true,
                                upon the open casement, face damp with morning
dew.