The clearness of a dream <br />I had in bed last night <br />Has dimmed at dawn- <br />I'm awake and looking west, <br />Its dialogue in a deep sleep <br />Now almost vanished <br />In the wash of awakening. <br /> <br />In the dream, so real I swear, <br />She appeared: <br />Into my head as I slept she crept: <br />Always eighteen. <br />As lovely as I left her <br />At her father's hearth <br />And said our last goodbyes <br />To all the years of my unspoken love. <br />Love's Labour- I began to say, <br />(Speaking of the title of a play) <br />But there she stopped me <br />In my mid line <br />To finish it herself this time: <br />'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' <br /> <br />Contradicting <br />Both Shakespeare and myself. <br />That was the only thing she said <br />As with the dream she left my bed.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-eighteen/
