Last night as I slept,

A dark stranger entered my mind,

A vision so strong I believed

It had been brought to life:

Her presence swimming from the river

To the bank; her movements so graceful

My heart almost sank

Before I could whisper a word,

Her hands started gliding up my legs;

“I hope I’ll be able to do something

To get your forgiveness,” she said

My heart wept violently,

Like a little child inside of me

I could do no more than to put my

Hands in front of me upon what I saw

So I stroked her hair gently,

Feeling as if some great

Benefactor had sent me

As her saviour,

Urging me to forgive her

How could I ever act in hate,

Wearing the mask that perpetrates?

How could I ever lose myself in anger,

Using my words to strangle her?

I could not achieve such a feat,

Not whilst she was crying desperately at my feet

So I rubbed my hands into the smoothness

Of her back, to reassure her

That my love for her does not lack,

Until all of a sudden I woke and found

That her presence had deserted me

When I tried to recall the dark stranger

In my mind I experienced revelation anew:

The dark stranger – it was you.