in heady dreaming all my heart belongs

in wondering at an image fair

i wander and i wallow there

in vivid visions singing siren songs

but phantoms in their forming flicker faint

a love unlived is strong and frail

a dove aflutter forced to quail

an artist at his easel cannot paint

his color without water is a waste

do i dare reach for something real?

a romance dance to hold to feel

a pretty peach – such touch! the tickling taste

could kiss the lips of Venus sweeter oh and then

what vivid dreams! what greater verses might i pen?