L'image d'un reve

Let your hand touch his hand - yes - just so,
Be gentle, so as not to let him wake;
The moment is so frail - don't let it go,
It shimmers like a fading dream. You make
A picture of delight, so tentative
And painful in its sweet ethereal bliss.
I know of nothing that you would not give
To touch him now. How you must ache to kiss
His slumber-softened lips - see how they part
A little, in his sleep, as though a word
Of love was hovering on his breath. Your heart
Is crying out, but only I have heard
The meaning in the silence. He sleeps on.
You close your eyes. The dream will soon be gone.

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