Our Dreams, Briefly

The time will pass unkindly in this dream,
Its speed uneven, as the sky moves past,
The dusk flows by a day-bright, light-soaked stream.
Then stars flash quickly. Morning will not last,
But turns to noon, which just as quickly spins
Itself to evening, and I find your lips.
I kiss you slowly, to atone for sins
Not yet committed — then the moment slips.
We manage at a mad and jagged pace,
And though we grin, we lose some time for that.
The moon appears and disappears, its place
Usurped by morning, and I take my hat.
The day turns into night, frantic and stark,
Then light surrounds me in the naked dark.