Come to Me in Vision or in Dream

Far now from me the smile that lit your face,

Enchanting eyes, a body built by grace

Oh, if I could find your spirit's resting place –

Come to me in vision or in dream,

The days are filled with beauty but I seem

To wander aimlessly upon a stream

Of memories and I have lost my way

Among the stinging sorrows of the day,

Unwelcome habitat in which I stray.

Work is but the body's brief release,

The mind not stilled, the heart robbed of its peace

Relentless age steals on me with such ease

And daily with its trials I am beset

But death seems far and we have often met.

I need more time to pay my being's debt

To earth and to the gods who brought me here.

I shall find my way absent of all fear

Secure that you shall once again draw near

And we shall wed and make time disappear.