Laden with Relics

Laden with relics of ancients
I've read myself to sleep;
Slept myself to dream,
Dreamt myself to see.

To see her lie so silently; bound,
Lying in my arms musingly.
Talking with the dreamers inner sound.
Reaching for a kiss suddenly.

How exquisitely still is the moment.
How profoundly satisfying me.
All too good to be true.
All too aware, already fading away.

Grains of time all too fast,
Fleeing from my grasp.
Away the waking truht,
Takes her from my clasp.