It was but yesterday
we met in a dream
you have sung to me in my aloneness,
and I of your longings
have built a tower in the sky
But now our sleep has fled
and our dream is over,
and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us
and our half waking
has turned to fuller day
and we must part
If in the twilight of memory
we should meet once more
we shall speak again together
and you shall sing to me
a deeper song
And if our hands should meet
in another dream
we shall build
another tower in the sky
Jotted down a little about this here
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