The Dream I Live
THE DREAM I LIVE
Oh, how much I dread the
Coming of night,
Not
For its darkness
Or its
Shadows’ frightening dances
On the walls
BUT
Cause of night’s charming
Companion,
Whom no eyelids,
Burdened with the toils of the day,
Could ever resist,
YES,
This charismatically delightful
Lord of the dreams,
Sleep is the name.
It is he who into his
Magic palaces to allure, me,
Awaits,
Into his citadel of mesmerizing
Dreams:
Of Kingdoms and riches and
Pleasures unending,
However,
All efforts to tempt me
My eyes to close for his marvels to see,
Miserably fail,
As, gallantly, with all my might
I resist not into his
Compelling trap to fall,
FOR
The dream I live with you,
My love,
I don’t wish, with any of his dreams,
To EXCHANGE!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
23 February 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
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