In my Dreams
After all of our wild nights have turned
Into the bleak dawns of despair – tell me
Tell me again, my beloved, why this must
My pursuit of happiness has been in vain.
Yet, I cannot see you with another.
In the lens of my dreams, you are still
Standing on the crest of our hill – Your
Hair wind-tossed and free, You have
Let your cloak slide to the ground,
The wind has wrapped your skirt about
I watch as the evening approaches, Venus
Rises in the darkening eastern sky while
Blood-red streaks of the sunset still
Spill over the western horizon.
Oh, my love – you are in the west
You are the sun that rises and sets
At your will. While I, I linger
In the approaching darkness.
The other side of the world
Is my prison.
Now I see you through a lens,
Darkly. It is in my heart
Where you and I shall be
Words” pursuit, prison, become, beloved, venus, cloak, cash
Goods, cruel, lens, skirt, wild, croak
Someday, my love, we will