I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. <br />Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make <br />your dear voice come alive again? <br /> <br />I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my <br />chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. <br />For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many <br />days and years, I would surely become a shadow. <br /> <br />O scales of feeling. <br /> <br />I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. <br />I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who <br />counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and <br />face of some passerby. <br /> <br />I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much <br />with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom <br />among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow the <br />moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-dreamed-of-you-so-much/
