a poem emerges from a fever induced
dream
I fear that dreamless sleep eludes me
yet
I dreamed I kissed the water lilies
dear
what colours water knows their price is
dear
for dreams like these the fears come
yet
still know I think of you at midnight
yet
I kissed Monet I really did oh dear
do please believe the price of sleep my
dear
the lilies light the secret heart that
yet
eludes the fearful lover and her dream
unless she's kissed the water eyes of
sleep
the pillow's stale oh dear a sleepless
dream
less dream than stale old wisps of
sleep
in which I kissed Monet my heart eludes
myself I fear that dreamless solitude
AW
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