I hope to have a dream, so that I may see her.
For it is sweeter than cream, even in the nocturnal blur,
To listen to her voice, and hear what she has had to ponder.
Absent from her my only choice, is to see her as I wonder,
Through a World of my creation, as I lie in slumber.
And by doing so to have some relation to her as I slowly lumber,
Through the realms of sleep. Though not as good as reality,
This illusion drags my spirits from the deep with a burst of cheerful mentality.
~IV
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