That dream again-
The hands, the hair
I know who they belong to
And I'd never deny my love.
Even dream-hands are better than none
Terrifying as the morning light is.
It is better to dream this
Than that it be reality
If you loved in truth
Too much would change.
So I'll keep silence
And freeze the night-imaginings
Into my forever memories
Never hoping for a real kiss
Just yearning-just yearning
Once, to touch you
Like you've touched me
Even though that be a dream.