To pass the dreams of past seen in the night
Is to renounce my life’s every desire.
Yet to accept the dream as truth is not right,
So I must find a way to quench the fire.
As I lie here I know what I must do,
But would I lie to claim my wishes pure
And not accept my dream to lie with you?
Why a night without you must I endure?
And why must your spirit always allure
When even the stars bring no wishes tonight?
I beg to forget your eyes of azure;
Alas, the ghost who haunts me, I cannot fight.
So I lie awake, but still dream of you—
How we used to lie, and again wish to.