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...