Poems from A Finch
I don’t know how to tell you,
And yet I feel I simply must.
I dream here.
For you, with you, of you, just...
...you...
In dreams we...
Why did you have to be real?
Could you not have been a dream?
Then I wouldn’t have love to feel,
Poems to write, or glances to steal;
Oh...
We climbed a hill to see the stars
Before the end of night.
And sang the favorite songs of ours
Until we felt alright.
We slipped beneath...
If only I could remember my dreams,
And write of what I saw.
I’d tell the world of what I’d seen
And tell them of my awe.
But I forget my...
Let us walk the streets for a night
Beneath the stars and lamplight
Just as we did oer summer.
Let us walk where we loved before
Just for...