Last night

Last night I dreamt about you,

It was a kind of loving triangle

As if Shakespeare came back

with those angels and spirits.

Some were kind of angry,

You were kind of sweet.

Wilderness, passion and freedom came in.

Stretching beauty, as Homer wrote

to please and delight.  

A scarlet thought,

but full of purity tho.

Thou my platonic love,

Thou my better angel,

Thou my darling thou