With every step another stone I
Breathed you into being –
The dream from too much rectitude I
Long had yearned for fleeing

It wasn’t for amazing nights or
Breathless flights of passion –
But just the hope to see you well a
Wish long out of fashion

And woken from this sight again I
Sit down on the floor –
To place my hands behind my head a
Sleepless troubadour

I dream of you I think because
I’ve watched you struggle bravely –
Your journey strange and frightening and
I would see you safely

Onto the other side of all that
Might be left for scaling –
For quiet streams persistence can
At last be our unveiling

I never see you get there though I
Am too soon awaking –
It is my spirit and not dawn that
Far too soon is breaking

So I am not to know this thing this
Brook that you must ford –
But just to watch as in a dream and
Then to sit here floored