R.S.

If I'm such a dreamer, why can't I sleep?

Perhaps I know in dreams too

You will distances keep;

While I rummage through

The remains of a withered day,

Even in my dreams you might refuse to stay;

Barely balancing on the edge of the cliff,

Holding on to the hope "What if, what if?"

The shafts of the day fall and dissipate

And fall in the abyss of night so deep;

But still, for fear of losing you—

Though I'm such a dreamer

I cannot sleep.