I thought you would be kinder.
In my dream, I watched you sleep,
Dreaming of me where I lived;
You watched me dream
of shadows and sounds,
their shapes and matter;
Won’t you wake me up?
If you dreamt of me,
I would spring to my feet
And pinch your shoulders.
I would think of you dreaming
So you would think of me
When I thought of you,
And your thought of me
would tap my shoulders
And send me out,
to wake you up.
But you see that my heart is ghost.
I thought you would be kinder
Yet, my care for you walks alone.