The moments I am most awake
Are those when sleep begins to slow
As I forgo oneiroi strains
To find the wisp of you remains.
The wish of you defies my wit
To find the words that trace this heart
For all fall short; I only burn
Through all the letters ever learned.
I could not find the name for love
Without a chance this love to wake:
Those lips I take and find my lines
In dreams still swimming through your eyes.
