Dreams...

One more last moment that I shall say,
For your being the guest of my unending dreams,
For being at the fringes of my hollow heart,
Forever filling, forever emptying.
That what I heard was but a cry and not a beat.
Cry, cry, Oh poorest of the worlds!
No cry can ever cease you flow,
Until your very whines end self.
A night or a day, whatever it be,
It all seems to verge into a dead end.
Never shall I fear for my-self
But all the pain, all the joys,
All the dreams and your memory!
Should it disappear from life,
Or death, my poor soul can rest not.
Do souls dream? I know not.
If ever, do they dream you?
All, just for a moment of delight,
And yes, I shall forever be, forever live,
For to say one more last moment,
A Good Night, for the wings,
Of my unending dreams to take off.