All of it

All the things I want to say All the things I want to feel All the dialogue I weigh, All of it; it isn’t real All the daydreams that I choose And in them, all the things I state All the reasons you’re my muse I wish it all would dissipate All the aching of my heart And all the useless thought it brings All of it tears me apart But oh, my soul: all of it sings! All the measures of this rhyme Are all inspired by your dream All the ticking years of time All keep apart this clumsy team All the logic I can draw To make all of these visions drop All the rules and all the laws; None will make the dreaming stop. Mark Burton Friday, September 09, 2005, 1:42 A.M.