To Wake or To Dream
Ah, wake my love,
too long you lie there dreaming,
in dreams where you may wander
far from me.
'Tis better far when you and I are 'we'.
But hark!
I hear sweet song
of trilling currawong
to greet the dawn and you.
And answers then the little thrush;
their song has split the darkness' hush,
you stir from slumber.
I should have been content
for waking thee has meant
you must away.
In sleep
at least I held you close
and watched you there in sweet repose,
Oh fickle me!
Form: Aubade
By cherryk
© 2008 cherryk
(All rights reserved)
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