Dreamsong I (or "Traumleid")

The evening sun had barely come to dip below the sky
when I was found at home, alone, wrapped in thoughts all my own.
A knock was heard, I stood up straight and walked up to the door,
no guests foreseen and yet it seemed I was no more alone.

The door swung free and I beheld you standing meekly there,
a gilded letter in your hands, the last rays of sunshine in your hair.

"A gift", you said as I beheld the amber-texted note.
Your hands outstretched to offer forth the innocuous gift.
I stepped back (to let you in), as you placed paper in my hands,
and then you stepped once closer yet -- my thoughts were set adrift.

You caressed my face, you pulled me near, then went in for a kiss,
away in half a second, smiling shyly; mere moments carved such bliss.

My emotions surged, oh happy day, but then my eyes were drawn
to the letter now in opened hand. Yet as my eyes did try
to translated golden words to meanings (one last look to your face)
gut wrenching jerk! For with a start, I sat up straight,
____bed covers fell, no golden note, the kiss not real, Alas, alas! I sigh.

Oh unexpected visitor in this dreamer's head, I sorely
____wish what dreamed could be,
But oh, right now you love another, nor do you see me as a could-be lover
____and so this dream is but a dream of what could be of you and me.