Dreams Are the Loneliest Place You Can Live

How silly it was of me to say

"You were in my dream, the other day!"

When that world I entered in my sleep

Was all my own, was me alone, entirely.

. . .

Now when you drop by my dreams at night,

I'll dare not linger - indeed, I'll take flight!

Your face, a mask; my mind, its wearer,

Reading my scripts of longing, or terror.

...

So let me awake, and see your true face

Not in my head, but in rich, shared space;

For shallow is the dream-face that visits me

Compared with the depth, the truth, of your reality.