Poetry

Christopher Thor Britt


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8 january 2012

Dreams Unseen

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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