May
it be, the dreams of bliss I will never have
like
of a kiss that never touch my lips
in
the lovely waking hour of my sleep
May
it be, the paradise I will never remember
as
your light recedes from my sight
on
the edge my eyes that yearns to see
May
it be, the image and reality of love
with
all these thoughts that wonder and fly
the
only beauty my eyes will lay sight
May
it always be like a mirage I will keep chasing,
whose
place keeps changing
as
the feelings keep turning
All
the things wonderful on maybes
dreams
on my sleep and sighs on my mornings
they
do linger
like
a widower's sorrows
like
phosphorescence on my mind....