Why must I feel this urge to tell the world?

To stand upon a mountain top and scream

To try and say in words of this fair girl

Who comes to me at night inside a dream.

I go through all the motions of the day

No sign of how her smile invades my brain

I long for night to come so I can play

In Heaven’s fields awash with lovers’ rain.

She leads me to a brook with sacred name

And nightly bathes me clean of Earthly grime

I kneel in naked rapture, born again

And try once more to stop the hands of time.

But traitor sun shines out its mortal law

And drags me back from dreams of evermore.

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