I dreamt the other night,
Of a maiden white,
Her flowing hair, continuous as the Nile
She had the lips as of a rose
And she had eyes, brighter than Ishtar's eyes
As she walked, nature followed
And time moved within her
Churning space and matter..
In longing I asked
Who are you woman?
'Ah why dear 'she replied
'I am but your deeper dream'

Tomis C Alex

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maiden-6/