Only a wish

Look yonder at my sleepless dreams, my darling,
I pilfered each one from many sleepless nights, my darling,
hitherto pinioned by my fears lived a mirage,
dawn awoke me to behold your eyes strolling the skies, my darling.

A rich bohemian whispered to me one day,
she blessed, 'your prayers will be doted on someday'
With celerity in my fortunes and baroqueness in my hope,
remember, my darling, this pauper became yours that day.

Now again I set gaze at the golden moorlands my darling,
for a bohemian to pass by my hearth, oh darling
she will bring paeans of your return,
fulfilling chimerical domicile of those nights, my darling!

~~J~~