I sleep and dream you’re with me,
Then I wake and dream you’re not;
My every dream with certainties
That prove to be their opposite.
It’s when I’m drifting in and out
I’ve often wished you’d spare me
From your familiar second thoughts
And gently shared misgivings,
Though lately when you’re lingering
It comforts me to guess
Your soul believes my sleeping dream
To be your home address.
One day I’ll dream you’re with me
And the dream won’t come to pass.