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