O' Love of Loves

Deep into the night, I think of you, 

though for you, it will always be a morning. 

I will greet the ends of the earth 

to sit there right beside you. 

I will wander my mind's hallways as a ghost, 

a revenant of its passage traveled. 

Bound to the hands of Kronos, 

a ticking phantom of its frozen visage. 

My ephemeral doubts dost ponder, 

on your silence keeping this quicksand pooled. 

I never needed you: to be happy... 

I just needed you, to be there, 

In the Dreamfields that I have plucked out for you