Muse, let your eyes unclose and gleam
Those lovely eyes by dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the dream
You held last night unto your breast,
Like love upon your pillow lay
I heard your weepin', saw your tears,
Here in the other world array,
I came to keep at bay your fears
My dear sweet muse, for you I died
Yet have I come and will I stay;
My vivid vision by your side
Will linger till the break of day
Yet fear not, muse; nothin' claim I-
Nor touch, nor word, nor mournful prayer;
My soul is but a lonely sigh,
To be near you, my only care
My death is as my life was- sweet;
Who would not go as I have gone
A fate like mine who would not meet,
Your fantasies to live upon
A poet on this dream could rhyme,
Engrave this legend with a kiss:
'Here lies a dream, one for all time;
Enter and succumb to its bliss'
© Cowboy Coleridge
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