*Dreamer* 

My love, my love, come back to me!

Why must I lose you to the waking sea?

Can I not linger where your warmth remains,

Where echoes of you still call my name?

You wound me, my love, I know nothing of you,

Save for your voice, like light on the dew.

What I would give to trade places, unshook,

To be the pages you tenderly stroke in that book.

I ache for more than these fleeting nights,

More than whispers that vanish with morning’s light.

I long to drink the finest wine from your lips,

To lose myself in pleasure’s sweet eclipse.

But shadows will scatter, as morning must rise,

And I am left reaching for ghosts, for lies.