Foibles of a Dream*

-A Heartbreaking Dream-

Why suffer the uncertainties of night
To burn but like a candle in the gloom,

When our best hope in life is to remove
From loving in the squalor of a tomb?

Why conjure all the foibles of a dream
But for the sake of what must surely fail?

For love cannot enfold us in her wings,
And only hopeless longing can prevail!

How is it that I know not of your death?
But learn of it, at once, as my soul slips

Into a realm where it is carved in stone
And subject to my trembling fingertips!

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Only now, do I recall the rapture of a butterfly,
Innocent and not knowing what I thought of her -
A beautiful act of God, different from all others,

Beheld only once and briefly -
And still loved a lifetime later.

© Now