Beneath a tranquil sheen of lunar glow,

Ensconced within my eiderdown I lie,

Capricious thoughts meander to and fro,

And visions come to life in my mind’s eye;

How swiftly turpitude and trauma cease,

And pettiness and pique will evanesce,

When time is veiled and sunlight yields its lease,

And one finds gentler notions to caress:

Do angels carry me in tender flight?

Or have I wings bestowed by deity?

What miracle at work is this delight

To dare transcending corporeity?

I wonder, every night I close my eyes,

What pleasures lie in wait in Paradise?