My Bed

My bed no longer welcomes me
Nor gives sweet slumber's rest.
My dreams no longer beckon me
To put me to the test.
Ah yes, sweet love, when Youth was mine
How fast our fancies flew.
But now that Youth has gone away
Along with dreams of you.
How cold and grey my days become
Without you at my side.
No more, my sweet, to look at you
Now all my passions hide.
Ah, will there ever come a time
I'll dream dreams sweet with song?
Or is my hope for love denied
Now you're forever gone.

© Skya Wode
06 August 1997


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