Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
My love, it's only when I'm close to you:
I can take off this freezing mask of mine,
And let you look into my soul divine;
Aflame would lit if only others knew.
My life, I'm not a fan of being blue,
But it's just easier to in dark recline—
Although I often long for light, or pine—
Since light, alas, makes my clear sight yet skew!
I know at times my outlook complex seem,
'tis still to me as simple as could be;
I promise though to do the best I can,
To let you in my never waking dream:
So you could see what 'tis to be like me;
Oh, hell! I guess ...
I wake at once when I do dream of you;
I think I'm not so keen on make-believe,
Or conscious parts that I can't yet deceive:
That rather suffer than but smile anew,
Alas, if only for some moments few!
It's hard indeed some sweetened lie conceive,
Since always all the roads just lead to grieve;
I guess that my goodbye is overdue!
But hell, the whole of me aches not to wake,