Pursuit In Dreams

I had a vision of my beloved,
Somewhere in the astral plane she appeared
                                    as a specter in a cellar,
Her radiance in the shadows,
                                  - a golden-red glow enshrouded
                                    in the mysteries of the ethereal,
Those features familiar against this backdrop surreal,
Soft, light mocha skin, cat-like caramel eyes, with hair
                                    the color of sandy beaches at
                                    sunset,

As I catch her gaze, she looks away, saying "I'm sorry,
                                     but I must take my leave",
She touches my face and skims my hair as I ask her
                                     when I may see her again,
She casts her eyes downward and a phantom appears
                                     with no discernible face, 
"I'll call you soon" she says softly then turns away,
My blood pulls forth a cold chill from this indifference,
I see her true intentions clearly,
Her weak reply not obscured by her plain pretty as she
                                       takes his hand and is led astray,
Disappearing through a doorway to a place I can't see,
My hesitation comes from sheer surprise at this setting,
I gather myself and proceed forward through the doorway
                                        to the unbeknownst in pursuit  of
                                        my love and find myself  on a
                                       grassy lot with a single house
                                       against a sky purple from dusk,
First stars shining,

I approach the house with apprehension,
Unsure of what awaits within,

I hear music playing - a familiar song from long ago,

And at close proximity I recognize the house from a distant
                                      memory lost to childhood,

Inside the house the visitors laugh and mingle,
Sipping cold cocktails with exotic names I can't pronounce,
This affair is some spectacle with each guest wearing the
                                      masks of peasants from the yuppie
                                      class and middle-aged college freshmen,
Their conversations consist of ads for high-tech gadgets and
                                      allusions to quotes from movies,
Simple smiles, sophisticated smirks,
I scan the room to no avail, a sullen stranger hands me ale and
                                         says "you'll see her in the attic, soon"

The music changes,
- A newer version of the prior song sung sometime in the 1960's,

Into the kitchen I make my way,
Finding stairs leading to the upstairs chambers,
I sip my bottle and ponder the possibilities,
Is she alone or with that faceless daemon doing whatever, however?
Is she even there at all?
The mysteries that await within explore at will beneath my skin,
I creep closer to that fiendish place
- feeling cold dread creeping up from behind as I make the ascent,
Insert the key and twist the knob slowly as I enter in,
Nothing but cobwebs coating furniture,
Senses numb,
Then I see it from the corner of my left eye and my heart jumps!
A shot of panic with adrenal chaser,

I turn and face the mirror my imagination pointed out,
I am not in the reflection,
In this image a spirit sits on a desk behind where I should be standing,
Wretched at first, then rising appears strikingly beautiful,
She takes two steps, then vanishes,
I look around and find myself on the same field as before,
No house, no mirror in sight,
Dark sky layering purple, red, yellow as dawn approaches,
Last two stars fading,
I take it all in finding rest on the grass,
This theatrical facade, odd indeed,
I clear my head, turning my attention to the east,
Soon the light will bring forth another day without my love.