I fell in love with a dream, not you.

I fell in love with a dream, not you,
While eyes burned brightly in the stars one night.
A slave swooned, knelt, and soon he forgot you,
For his chains were the hope fixed in his sight.
And in his heart, he slept, a lightness moved
As hope is light, though often sings a lie:
A song of bondage might seem a paean of love;
and lost alone at sea, birds still can fly.

Where true love's hand would cling more firm than steel
Whose hands held ours, will never last as long,
For nothing ever held by them was real.
All notes make sound, but few can make a song.

A slave wakes up, and only hears you say:
Behold freedom, but never come this way!