Reveries
I’m awake all through the night,
Every hour lost to dreams.
Dreams of terror and delight
Dreams of depth, of breadth, of height;
Yet dream always end it seems.
But this one thing persists,
That I always dream of you
In colors that don’t exist.
Is it your eyes I can’t resist,
Those eyes of chestnut hue,
Or your curls that heaven wove?
I’ll know tonight as I dream
For you are what I dream of.
Do we truly share this love
Or is that too a dream?
Could this be a clue instead
You are dreaming of me too?
You are all that fills my head
As I lie upon my bed
Awake, yet dreaming of you.
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