Poems from A Finch

Rest well my dear, Close your eyes and dream. Dream that we are far from here; Of a world where love is near. Oh how lovely that would seem...
Yours is the love I love most But we’re nothing more than almost And your hand was not mine to hold. Yours is the love I love most   But...
I am sick of love And yet I ask in vain denial; Do not thyself remove But stay with me awhile.   If just to pass the crawl of time For time...
I am nothing but a dreamer Left to reoccurring dreams. I could live forever In their world of wonder, At least that’s how it seems. Curse...
Are you awake with me here Or lost within a dream? Perhaps it is I who dream Perhaps not, dreams are unclear.   It seems there is nowhere...

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