Sleepwalker

Beloved, Is it really you? Or just my tears that make me do? Things my heart does not desire. In search of answers I require. I seek in dreams and you are here. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. What is passion? that a man, Can dream a dream that no one can, Who lives within this mortal state, Ever hope to consumate? For men, like dreams all disappear. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. For what once was, I have a care. For whats to come brings but despair. I hear your voice so far away. Oh to have another day. Another night, another tear, I'm sleepwalking again my dear. So sad a promise made in jest. So quickly is put to the test. I lack the words that might explain. My heart continues to complain. And grief stabs like a sharpened spear. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. Here in the dead of night alone. I fear the answer can't be known. The vision of your loving warms. Yet disappears before it forms. And night is given thus to fear. I'm sleepwalking again my dear Blessed was the hand that held the light. I weep for you in the dead of night. For the many things I never said. And the wounded heart that never bled. For just one moment to have you near. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. You dream a dream you'll one day rise. I troubled visions of empty skies. we meet at the promise we've yet to keep. Somewhere beyond the walls of sleep. I whisper to your spirits ear. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. Within my heart the futures cast, forever victum of the past. So only that wich was is real. to soothe the emptiness I feel. A thing of dreams, and those unclear, I'm sleepwalking again my dear. Nights found me young,I held your hand. We gathered faith that we might stand. In light that dark be kept at bay. Hoping somehow love would stay And you'd be ever after near. I'm sleepwalking again my dear. Decline this restless to and fro. Taking my heart where it would not go. Bind the dark that none destroy. The sweet surrender of perfect joy. let not the smallest doubt appear. I'm sleepwalking again my dear.sometimes the nights here last for days Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 02:56 PM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 1