The waking world leaves me ne’r content <br />My sweet if there’s no place for you and I <br />To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent <br />To live, to love, to dream, and then to die <br /> <br />Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep <br />I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye <br />And pray you seek me well and find me deep <br />Your heart content to love one such as I <br /> <br />But if you find me not in slumbers womb <br />And passions flame has not the chance to light <br />Forget me not or to my early tomb <br />This heart will surely break and rend the night <br /> <br />Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse <br />And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue<br /><br />Christopher Thor Britt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-unseen-2/
