I sank into a blissful dream
Of mysteries and hidden things,
Never caring for the consequence
The stolen moments soon would bring.
For when the mists receded
And dreaming was no more,
I woke to find myself in sunlight,
Not more rich, but poor.
Then I wept and hid my face,
I filled the silence with my cries.
For the blissfulness was only dreaming.
All I wished had been a lie.
