The Lost Tune Poem by Gavin Anderson

This morning, as I slumbered,
A tune ran through my head;
A song that seemed unnumbered
Among the ones I'd read.

I grasped a phrase — it faltered,
Wavering, as it seemed
To lose me, as it haltered,
In the deepness of my dream.

I chased it, in my dreaming,
Through stanza, rest, and note,
'Til it was 'most seeming
I was searching it by rote.

These paths I have much wandered
In search of tunes I know,
I still will often ponder,
But I will never know.

The tune that danced in my head
Was lost before it was —
Lost where it was not led,
But I'll still search, because —

I have always learned, in dreams,
For every perfect rhyme,
And for every perfect theme,
There is a perfect time.

For perfect songs there must be
A perfect ending, too.
Only, it must be, within thee,
An ending which is true!