Dream 1 ("The Dream Cycle")
I wake up in the middle of the night
still clutching fading cobwebs of a dream,
a dream that should never have started,
but since it did, I wish it would stay forever.
I wake up in the middle of the night
still reeling from the sweet wine that was
this dream, still feeling drunk from such
sweet sensations, wondering whether to
chase away your countless pictures in my mind.
Am I still dreaming? I want to wake up
hoping your memory will be gone,
hoping that you'll be gone from my dreams
just like you were gone from my heart.
But I can't. The brilliance of your image
exhausts my heart, causing me pain
I long had forgotten, the sad sweetness
of a lament still echoing in my ears.
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