I had a dream

The sapphire of my eyes uncloaked by love's desire
sparks to flames intent of mind and brings a dream in sight
sometimes when I'm asleep to the wondrous you and me.

To discern the meaning, reason, in this dry and deadly season
a useless chore for sane/insane because love manifests the same
whether true or false, real or dream or simply how I feel.

Unending in its drive to twist the mind awry
the dream recurs, repeats, as if it's trying to speak
but I listen anyway to whatever comes my way.

Wishes, dreams, hopes or thoughts
and still it comes to nought!