Ah, my lady love
lies sleeping in her chamber
counting memories
of our life together
her well preserved jams
& jars of wild wild honey
glinting like eyes
in the moonlight
travelling across
the opened cupboard.
Softly, I enter
both chamber and lady
and memory
and dreaming
and reality
all come together
as one.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-my-lady-love/
