Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the piti
Love is looking down on you,
Watching your every move.
Peering, searching, waiting,
For anything...
Love is casting spells on you,
The magic's in the air.
Words of wisdom, mysticism,
You're everything...
Love is pondering over you,
Thinking oh so deeply.
Wishing, hoping, longing,
For anything...
Love is changing course now,
Moving slowly onwards.
Drifting, sliding, creeping,
Away...
(Colin Briggs, 1996)
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