Many times I have slipped easily into sleep, like a soft brush into paint,
Losing myself in ochre, crimson and saffron
Like an Indian woman wearing a sari.
I confess, I've loved dreams,
Courted them and cherished them--
But Darling, now June arrives through the curtains with the morning
And I flame,
I wake with your name on my lips--
the painting is "Flaming June" by Frederick Lord Leighton, 1895.