Dreammaid

Silent, seaming, nought more sleeping
Aching, writhing to dreams yet weeping.
Tender wishes in so blissful past
now desolate, empty and barren wast.
What now has hope to bring,
what remains for soul to sing.
oh sing yet soul, to sorrow scare
and claim once more a maiden fair.

In barren dreams of wishful past
one hopeful longing, yet ever last.
one wishful dream, yet ever stand,
of soothing touch by tender hand.
to find two souls, so true entwined,
so fall all sadness and tears behind.
So sing now soul for dreammaid fair,
and let thy heart and hopes repair.