''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!
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