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.