February, a Function of Time

A dream that passes once is not much worthy of the pen, but I've seen you so much more; tonight I will again. I want to try and trust you, though I pause and hesitate, even in my slumber, I still tremble at the gate. You are so fair and wonderful, and what am I to you? Surely just amusement! A trap for my heart is due. But haven't I resisted long enough to stem the tide? Still, you seem to care for me. O curse me and my pride! I love the dreams that find us both together; I would stay, but this ignores the fearsome truth—reality—the day. And is it not the duty for the ones who fall in love, to express what they are feeling, even to the skies above? Very well then, know I'm laughing at my own peculiar rhyme, but you and I together is just a function of good time. 1 March 2017