Love                                                    

And so another dream filled night passes          
As I wake to the sound of bird song                   
And the dull hum of traffic,                                         
But my dreams fracture when the sun rises       
As I am torn from unison                                         
To lament the passing of love's good fortune

Each lonely morning grasps                                    
At the memories of last night,                                  
But to hold them, preserved,                                 
Is futile – for you are gone without a word,                              
Until my dreams have us waking                                     
In another world