David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
To my sweet love
I lay here dreaming that you love me
In that half twilight world between sleep
And being awake just before dawn
When it is neither night nor day.
And a tear comes to my eye as I cannot
Have your affection. In this dream you
Are smiling at me with your iridescent eyes
Of limpid blue looking softly through
The haze of that smoky mist of dreams.
Your soft mellow brow twinkles a
Beguile wanton softness as I slumber
In this my twilight world.
I gaze and in that flood of limpid blue
My spirit wanders free. Only that now
The new dawn begins to wake me from
My slumber and my lonely torture begins.
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