One fine night I saw a dream
That became my dream one day
Every night henceforth I saw the dream,
Of the dream that took my nights away.
Last night too I saw a dream
I must tell my dream came true
Not the dream itself of the last night
But in the dream I saw, it came through.
The dream broke up as the sleep broke down,
With bumps of cold and that of glee
And the one I sought, my dream broke too
Yes the one in daylight I often see.
The dream’s unchanged, uncherished
A world of hope that make my dreams
If the the dream unsought comes true some day,
I dread being fled to the hopeless realms.