I have been sorting through my accumulated clutter, and found this poem which I wrote when I was around nineteen. Oh the days.

When Moonlight Falls

When moonlight falls upon
the garden's shore,
And no slumber can deny
its insistent beams,
She comes, unbidden, 
through locked door.
Wandering purposely 
through his drifting dreams.

She has been present in
every dream he's dreamt,
Invoking a union 
of the mind.
An age of nights, whilst 
sound he slept,
He has lived a life
that transcends time.


©AJM