When time is old I fold my dreams

Within the earth and let them lie

Knowing that nothing’s what it seems

And hopes diminish to a sigh

Save when I look into new time

Glowing gold outside the range

Of everyday – for with you I’m

Fulfilled – I need no dreams. It’s strange

But perfect; my new world with you

For its ingredients I taste

And satisfied I want no view

No dreamscape other – that’s a waste

Of my new time, in which to see

You breathe, look in your dazzling eyes

And hold all heaven close to me

And live beneath your better skies

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