Before the dream is gone my little one please let this dawn go on forever stilltime in this faint light in which you fall asleep at last while tired and distracted I go on tracing the uncertain alternation between dream and waking, a fantasy gently alighting on your little eyes, already a nostalgic dream for me. Before the dream is gone, my little child, take hold of me with your tiny hand teach me to live without regret or pain and without fear you, helpless and with nothing, give me strength you force of life, you magnet of a love that is absolute and imminent. Before the dream is gone, my little one, we count how many pearls adorn this dark alcove now reborn in scale with you. I watch transfixed as you glance curiously at the world encircling you. What do you see? What holds your eye, where everything is new? Who am I? Who are you? Before the dream is gone my little one, I beg you, please let this morning go on forever beyond the uncertain alternation between dream and waking, a fantasy gently alighting on your little eyes, already a nostalgic dream for me. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTERY OF PAIN by EMILY DICKINSON RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO MY OLD COAT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN SMYTH, CHAPLAIN TO THE EARL OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |