Was it you or hope that opened that silent door
not two nights ago?
I dared not see only empty darkness
so I breathed gently
so that you - or hope - may have seen my beauty -
by starlight, no, but by memory,
sketched, detailed and filled-in;
immortalised.
But perhaps it was not you who crafted me,
but me myself; hearing, creating
through the thickness of sleep-haunted thoughts,
something that only happens in a dream,
half-dreamt, half-wished.
Ah, but if you had been
but a piece of my over-wrought
and fervour-induced dreams,
surely you would have approached;
touched my hair and stroked my gentle cheek?
Just as I wish you would
in the stark, bare face of wakefulness.
No.
You were another face or faceless hope
and not you at all. Oh! that you cared
enough to risk the dark
just to watch me breathe in dreams
was a vain wish only.
For who may love this dream-drenched fool?
Author notes
I'm staying at a friend's house and I was sure that, on the first day I was here, someone came into my room, probably to check I was sleeping okay. But I was half-awake, and noticed a presence. I really, really wanted it to be my friend because it would give me cause to hope that he loves me in the same way I feel about him... But regardless of whether it was him or someone else - or even just nothing at all - it made for a good muse!! 
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Hey!! Zeprina!! you came after such a long time na
I missed you so much..
how are you? this one is wonderful
you did a good job pouring this on page
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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Thank you for your kind words.
How are you doing? It has been a long time, you're right. What have you been up to? Any new poems you want me to read?
Zeppy xx
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