Susan Smith Nash
You didn’t see me weep;
so hard my soul to keep –
I creep along in the deep
of sleep, of sleep, of sleep.
We see our field of dreams;
life is never as it seems
I wonder what it means –
Sweet you bring my dreams
Brief we choose our themes
So see me weep –
your soul to keep,
with sky wide and thin,
our earth is where I begin.
Crawl up my fields
Sprawl through my seals
so deep, so deep, so deep
and so I hear the peals of my dreams
one sweet briefing before I sleep –
and so you see we meet, my sweet;
I repeat – you didn’t see me weep.