A Night Visit

He comes to her every night
In her dreams as a thought.
He visits her at midnight,
He is always on the dot.

He greets her with the embrace,
His arms are strong and gentle.
She tries to recognize his face
To touch it - so ethereal…

She hardly sees the night hero.
He is invisible but felt,
He leaves his odor on her pillow,
Her bedroom is the love belt.

The night visit is about to end.
She can’t reconcile herself to this:
“Who are you: a stranger or a friend?
Come tomorrow, I’ll long for your kiss...”

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how to end a poem is an intricate business which calls for self-discipline and intellectual maturity. ending the poem with a wish for not ending it (dream) is very effective for creating an echo. music composers, even to this day, do not know how to end a music, except to stubbornly striving for some kind of noisy and childish grand finale. they have something to learn from a poet.
A very touching and beautiful poem. Sweet dreams, Jolanta. Warm regards, Sandra