I held your hand last night in
dream. Your humble clutch I
found was soothing to my skin,
was soothing to my touch.

I sewed my hand last night to
keep it snug with yours so
when I woke from dreaming,
I'd lessen my remorse.

Thus sewed, your fingers keep me
ever in your hands, and
thus in dreams I'll keep you
much closer than a glance.

My dreams are sadly finite,
trapped by my own hope, so
when you laugh or speak my
heart can barely cope.

I turn my head and grin, for
I have found life's haunt:
in my dreams we're one, but
real life stays a taunt.