Dream

I dreamt we kissed in fog in a city
Where madness of holes, fire and steam
Evoked endless work and cynic's pity
But we were hiding and it was a dream.

My friend found me still lingering in the scene
And she inquired what my dream was of,
I rolled around to keep at what I'd seen
And through the covers told her it was love.

But waking to a world not half as grand,
I'd kill to end this infinite regret.
The man I'd kill might even understand.
What good is life except to void the debt?

O dreams on dreams! of martyrs to subdue
The dead rebuff of dreams that don't come true.