You appeared to me through the misty haze,
Your beauty silhouetted by the morning rays.
An early sunbeam kissed your face,
Your movements spoke of ethereal grace.

Your falling hair entwined your waist,
Your bodice hung loosely and lightly laced.
Perfect legs enticingly concealed,
Slender ankles delicately revealed.

You ran across the dew covered lawn,
Dainty and nimble like a new born fawn.
Your transparent robe in the morning light,
Evoked in me a sensual sight.

Your graceful fingers opened my window,
I could feel my heart begin to glow.
Your delicate hands with supple ease,
Caressed your body, my senses to tease.

You glided across to my waiting bed,
On my pillow laid your lovely head.
I opened my eyes to see a sunbeam,
You were nothing more than a vanished dream.

(c) John McKay Withey