i see a type of cabin in the fog
it’s hard to find my way through all that mist
but once within, there is a sudden calm
and there, the face that i’ve so often kissed

is turned towards me, lit with love and care
by fire from a roaring fireplace
i know my heart is finally where it wills
i feel her hands upon my tearful face

for love’s my dream, i only dream of love
stark loneliness and hatred mark these days
but there within the cabin of my dreams
my love and i live one long worn out phrase:

that love is everything: and all is love —
it’s all want, and what
i’m dreaming
of