"What can you hear as you drift to sleep?", her voice whispers in my dream,
I know she cannot be there, if only wish were as it seemed.
A kiss may not be truthful, though it is what we wish were true,
And so I kiss her deeply, cross a sea, a plague, a moon.
Love may be eternal, yet forever may mean death,
Without her though, I say, I'd fare no better yet.
All she knows means naught to her, my heart, my mind, my sighs,
Never voiced rejection hangs, like tears welled in my eyes.
One day perhaps the wind shall change, no more seabreeze lullaby,
Instead the gentle rhythm of her sleep, shall be my guide.