The days are still

Soothing melodies, prey upon my ear,
Total sanctuary, crawling near;
Love permeates, across the sprawling meadow,
I writhe in pleasure, as my head rests on the pillow.

Deep inside, the dreamland hollow,
She beckons, and I'm aching to follow;
Pristine beauty, there is none like her,
Radiating and shimmering, upon a amorous altar.

Where is she, this goddess of the night?
When I wake, she always takes flight;
Once she lived, and was quite real,
But death has claimed her, and now the days are still.