No curtain pulled to shield the light,
To shield me from, the day or night.
To sleep and dream in memories mist,
And rest from the worries on her list.
As I drift in dreams soft soothing sighs,
Where reality is treated with despise.
And there I dream of you and wonder,
Till my world tumbles and falls asunder.
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2016