I have lived for laughter
And for the pleasure of things,
Though beguiled by love
Of what possibilities it seemed.
Yet to what it’s beginning
Did such an end now come about:
From laughter of years
To sorrow and tear?
Whenever I dream I am flying high with you,
How something that unseen
Would always clip my wings
And send me tumbling back to earth.
Earth, as if to remind me
That I could rise no higher with you
Than your love would allow me to go.
When suddenly came the thought
That this too must be a dream.
But again, and again,
I awaken to discover I was alone.