Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Dreams Unseen


The waking world does leave me ne’r content

My love if there’s no place for you and I

To find ourselves to love and ne’r repent

To live, to love, to dream, and then to die

Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep

I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye

And pray you seek me well and find me deep

Your heart content to love one such as I

But if you find me not in slumbers womb

And passions flame has not the chance to light

Forget me not or to my early tomb

This heart will surely break and rend the night.

Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse

And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue

 

                                                                            ~ Christopher Thor Britt,

 

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