Will you meet me in my dreams?
To play at lute and lyre
My thoughts are bursting at the seams
A dying wish for my heart's desire

As to fading light my mind takes flight
Upon that sphere of silver bright
My beating heart gasps in fright
To stay awake in thoughtless night

Grasping hands clutch at frames
Eyes are blind to picture
To see you is to melt in flames
Enveloped in self-stricture

Thoughts return on gilded dawn
Eyes again opening
To see you there, to hear you yawn
Is for what I have been hoping

Goodnight my love, awake again
My thoughts return to awful din
No longer there, for now it seems...
Will you meet me in my dreams?