She Is but a Dream
 
 
She is but a dream, that I did hope to see,
When fallen to restless dreams, had I,
For tho' I'd granted once to redeem my sight
In idealities envisioned thro' these eyes,
Was blinded by love, for did not confide,
Tho' truth would still to Heaven's presence deny.
And were not my visions the grander scheme?
Said thee to I, is but the dream,
Tho' would thee oft close thy eyes,
And not dream? So then, which is real?
Am I to believe then as thee would,
And deny this passion within my blood?
Yet not will I seek again the gauntleted ideal,
But hold passion, ungloved, the sword to wield,
And hope but chance should reveal to sight,
She for which my heart would tremble again with delight,
But wiser for all happenstance passed before,
She would believe in dreams, forevermore.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir