Cariad

 All day you haunt my thoughts
all day you have my mind
all day, each day the same
seeking all  there is for us
and only us, none to know
the bliss, is it but a dream ?
It cannot be so it must not,
each week I drown in you
lost in wonder as a child at Christmas
must believe the reindeer myth,
reality cold and less than true.
What we have is true,
the Dryad in the wood
sea s that swirl about us
the opal and the butterfly
to bathe the crystal font
watch your dark eyes;
before your eye lids close
see heaven in dark pupils
tell me of the view
the secret of your bliss
I am man with feet of clay