• Only in dreams do wishes come to light,
      Fleeing with the day, in grasp just at night.
      Gone in an instant, a memory to your heart.
      False to the eyes and a lie from the start.
      The touch of a love lingers on the flesh,
      Warmth on the lips still pressing, still fresh.
      Yet in your bed, no lover lay sleeping,
      Just wet pillows from a long night of weeping.
      The image of their face still hovers in sight,
      But only in dreams do wishes come to light.