The Fourth of the Three

The dream is gone, it seems,

to not soon come again

in similar shape or form,

yet you remain in me,

today,

may you or not return.

And if i were to leave

this week or come the next,

this i wish you to know -

when you i did first see,

betwixt

the day's and evening's shore -

I was in love that day,

again,

to love forevermore.

To you - to me -

To you,

the one i hardly know,

you seem too far away.

To you,

who in my dreams i've adored

yet grant not time or place to say -

for you,

my heart, allow it be -

to you

i write in reverie -

to me,

give not half hearted truths,

those measured by the drop.

To me,

speak only in absolutes

through thoughts in true words wrought

that we

one beating, breathing heart

may be,

and lose each other not.