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.