She came softly in the night,
Floating gently through my dreams like mists upon the sea.
A shapeless form before my eyes
She drifted close, then moved away
and still her face remained unseen,
A fantasy implanted deep within my sleeping soul.

A gentle breeze stirred the curtains near the open window,
The moon glistened softly in the dark...and she returned..
Closer now...she came on unseen wings of silken threads.
Until at last my sleeping eyes could see
the silhouetted shadow of her face.
I heard the music of her laughter
as it echoed through my ears

She reached out with graceful hands
to gently touch my sleeping eyes
And, as if by magic, I could see though still asleep.
I felt the softness of her lips as they caressed my waiting cheek,
Her warm breath upon my neck sent burning fires through my soul,
Her hair fell down across her face
as she leaned slowly ‘cross my chest
And every hair that touched my skin left fire in its place.
Her tender touch felt cool as ice,
and light as falling snow
Lightening Flashed across the skies, And the Wind began to blow.

I heard the whispered words she spoke,
I smelled her sweet perfume
And I looked into the fiery eyes
that seemed to light the room..
Again I felt her gentle touch
against my sleeping face,
I seemed to melt and float away to some enchanted place.

I followed her through smoke and haze,
Through emptiness and gloom,
We flew upon the stormy winds,
we flashed across the moon.

Through the darkened skies we danced,
From star to star did skip,
And still I could not see the face
that held her laughing lip
My hands reached out to touch her,
But she vanished from my sight,
Leaving nothing but the memory
of when She Came Softly In The Night...