Yesterday,
I watched you walk away from me.
Felt the awful wrench
Of your soul,
Torn away from mine!
But last night, dreaming,
You returned to me,
And held me in your arms!
Yes, last night, dreaming,
I shared the bliss and ecstasy of you!
Now, awake, I ask...
Where are you, lover?
Are my dreams just fantasies
Of an innocent believer?
Will you come for real
To fill my arms,
My nights, my days?
or do i look upon my dreams
As empty promises,
Shattered memories,
And fragments of yesterday's wishes?
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