Illusions

My penultimate dream,

My inate desire,

The thought that clouds my mind,

Every waking sundawn,

And sleeping sunset,

On the right lobe of my mind,

Or rather the medulla,

With the crowing of the cock,

I stifle an impossible yawn,

Yearning all along for dawn,

Oh bright jolly dawn.

My heart aches,

From the long,

Long dreamy night,

A night of tossing and tossing,

And throwing the blankets down,

Holding the pillow tight,

Wishing and dreaming again,

And wishing that someone was here,

That actually,

You were here