Our Dream

To be a phantom of a dream A fragmentary morning sleep Dreamed by someone who died unseen Someone whose love was deep And now, awake, I see that was Not real, as it seemed But I don’t ask to know the cause I take it as a dream And this old dream has quite a look Much younger than it could I must have read it in some book I definitely should But there’s no point in self-deception The truth is plain to see Its not a trick of a perception This dream of you and me I live a dream until it floats Like clouds in the summer sky And blue shall fade, then dark unfolds You know the reason why.