I queerly dream when dreams are not worth-dreaming for

Hoping to heal the aching of my heart

I dream when waves are sadly rushing on the shore

Trying my hulking pains to drift apart

I close my eyes to feel my painted fantasy

Although I hear the dripping of my tears

I view; I am a butterfly in ecstasy

And yet, I float on the ocean of fears

I think of fancy wonderland and paradise

To escape the lashing of melancholy

I roam along the boulevard where no one cries

To hide the avalanche of agony

I imagine beneath the mystic moonlight beam

That the nymphs of the night rejoice with me

But in reality, greedy clouds block the gleam

Admonishing horror and misery

I ask the stars above to illumine my soul

Which gropes amidst the mockery of fate

I importune heaven not to be very cruel

And spare my foibles from gargantuan hate

I oddly dream when dreams are not worth-dreaming for

Wishing to halt the bleeding of my heart

I dream when lonely tears are flooding on the floor

Teaching my scornful anguish to depart