I made you my dream

Since you really went, 

Far away from all that I see and caress. 

That with my tears fading my face and my soul. 

You didn't want, you wouldn't want,

I will do of you a dream.

A dream beyond your golden eyes, 

That saw the world, open sky

And kissed the clouds at the pull of wings. 

This changing globe you wanted to own

To venture there, live and love it.

A dream with the whispering of your words for music. 

Sweet, lovely, funny, serious, finally tender

Who drank me, kept me panting,

This learned adage that you made your future. 

I read it before you wrote it.

A dream of your laughter so that you still breathe, 

Sarcasm of your recent unusual finds, 

Aura of your startling and modest achievements.

I will make you a dream,

I will find you at will, 

Far from the squeaks of people. 

In a dark serenity, 

Under intensely blue foliage, 

I made you my dream.