Of course as always
these dreams
they displace me from despair:
embraces smile
from shadows and
the silverfire scent of your hair.

But when morning comes
crashing the joy no longer there
you sing unspeaking
and evermore sinking
like a key lost in the deep
of my seawater sleep.

All this No and lack of Yes:
why do I even bother?
I just like you,
too much, I guess.