My raven-haired mistress of the night
My raven-haired mistress of the night -
Always unnamed, yet not unknown by me;
Withdrawn you seem in your contemplation
Of life, a hidden laugh in your wet eyes.
Helen weeps at sight of beauty reborn;
The Bard - from Lanier - gazes on you;
For love Faust would drink even potions two;
'Twixt Queen and thee would Launcelot be torn.
Phoenix-like my heart rises - to you flies;
A spark of hope - of emancipation
From earthly memories - I hold in thee,
Which dream-like flares : a celestial light.
 Ice-sculpted grace melts with my benign heart;
Past and future - twined ; with you - break apart.
September 28, 1993
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