Lars Nelissen van Gasselt
June 8th. 2005


Sepulchral Dream


As a dream she appeared
In my reverie so dolorous,
Like a floret in a dessert,

Faltering to exist.

Lustering in star silver,
There she moves
In the shadows of the moon.

Approaching her in despond,
She fades.
Dreadfully admonished,
I kept aloof.

O, thou being so arcane,
I am in such deep regret,
For’ve bereaved thy lustre.

O, what a pitiful sight,
Thou being in such despair.
So direly weltered,
As it’s thy that art bereaved.

In agony I succumbed.
Enveloped in immaculate silence,
Compelled I was in repose.