of my dreams
Fiona Kennedy

the dearest thing in all the world to me
is that which in an instant I could lose,
and nearest to my heart is any instant
which lets me lose my mind for thoughts of you.
though wakefully I fret about the distance,
with shuttered eyes I see you close and clear—
the miracles of mindful love are many,
when one kind word gives way to dreams so dear.
the day has made you mine for just a moment—
at night, I tell the moon that love has grown,
and great would be the cost of losing nothing,
though I had nothing gained by dreams alone—

but let me dream, if only for tonight,
and leave me whole until the breaking light.