Midnight Quills

Here I lay
Dreaming
Of you;
Knowing my dreams
Will never
Come true.

Yet love does strange things
To a heart
As this;
In spite of my pain,
I hold on to
A wish.
That perhaps one day coming,
My dreams will
Come true;
But faith fails my wishes,
And my love stays
Unbloomed.

I can’t be the only one
To e’er feel this way;
Doubtless, before, many suns
Have faded away.

And so, I know certainly
That love causes pain;
Yet still I hope you will be
The cure to my pain.