''I Dream of You From That World Far From Here''

I dream of you from that world far from here; to not be there, it cuts like broken glass. I'd end this pain, my love, had I the brass to quench my need for you to be so near. Without you here, I wilt in this austere, comfortless zone of un-creative mass, stifled, crushed by the unyielding impasse of knowing I may never enter your sphere. Were I a wind--a breeze! a zephyr!--I'd ride the heavens till I light on your lap and then with you there forever abide as if betwixt us there were ne'er a gap. I swear--for you--that I'd move heaven and God as sure as men do plod...do plod...do plod!