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