Oh, dare I dream the dream awake,
to deem is done for God’s sake,

once the mad flowers rose from sleep,
sleeping, slept gleams like soft mirrors
in the wake of a wisp of my memory?

I cannot curse the swallows of pain,
shadows with reflections none,
as I cradle death does do and done
no more than a whisper of her name.

Oh, dreamy seeping sleep me wake,
lakes of swaying Morning Glories
can’t subdue the subterfuge of my fire,
take the shadows of weary weeps,
oh dream do dare awake, awake!

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