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 : 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  
seas  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 secrets of your bliss,  
I am man with feet of clay .