Tossing, turning, waking, drowsing, reaching out in sleep unfitting
Awaking crisp and clear, sharp and clean, all dreams and thoughts permitting
License to play upon our fantasy and skim our pain away,
Yet conscience scheming, fear betraying, field a cause without delay,
Exist in part, with reason pursuing, to pray where love impedes
Life now seeming impossible, with truth and trust, blind faith succeeds,
Await your lasting decision, this trembling heart, swift speed implore
Know I could not love you so much, if I did not love myself more.
Claire V. Bogdanos 