Of you I thinketh not.

I think of you not,
I dream of you not.
But indeed I have beheld your vision.

What tis I see,
What hallucination is this?

Oh Sleep, sleep, why dost thou leave me?
But indeed I dreameth of you each time we meet.
You speak not a word,
Yet your actions belied your very word.

Neither friend nor foe are we,
Yet, what silence is this dawning upon us?

Was I dreaming, yet was awake?
Lord, Lord, Thou knowest best.
Of visions, of signs and of wonders.
I pray this be taken away from me.