Only if you do not,
Turning in sleep,
Do not move your hand-
If you do not stir,
If you keep
Touching me
While you dream, sleeping,
This long time we have lived apart
Will in discs of moonlight
Darkly dissolving
Spin into our dreams,
The soft discs that fall on us gone dark.
Stay, ruddy fallen, asleep then
In moonlight,
Only do not move your hand away
As you dream.
When the long time
We have darkly dreamed
Passes, if it does,
And the long miles dissolve
That divide us
When we fall asleep
Spinning in discs of the moon,
Touch me. Never move your hand.