Memory Poem by John MacPhereson

There is a lapse in my memory
From the time you leave till your return,
Only the dreams remain, waking dreams
That follow the course of waking love,
And midnight dreams alight with pleasures
Unspoken. But I speak them, I speak
Them to the dawn when I wake;
Your name soothing my tongue.
I speak them before I close my eyes
To dream your face, your body, Your love.
And I will speak them when you return.
I rage against an existence without you,
Nepenthe the hollow hours of your
absence.