I dreamed of you
Last night
I die
When I awake
You speak to me
From across a lake
I touch the water
With my fingers
There is no wind
No sound
And I write
This poem
To my pillow
Only in dreams
Do you love I
I write this poem
To my pillow
And everyday
Is a dying night
Because there's
No such thing
As you and I
Just the mist
On the lake
You are as real
As I am
You are as real
As my hand
And I catch
The ripples
That you send
Across the surface
Of the lake
And this thought
Wakes me
This thought
Closes my eyes
No one could love you
As much as I
And I write this poem
To my pillow
And everyday
Is a dying night
Because there's
No such thing
As you and I
Just the mist
On the lake