A Liverpool Wedding - Poem

I wonder what dreams are in your head now,

misty with sleep, soft and lacy,

like the pattern of the hair on your pillow?

At last your happiness has called

after lonely pain from places dark and deep,

and companioned dreamers dream in gentle sleep.

Then, when you wake,

take in the new day

pouring through windows in impatience.

Let drop the past,

leave the old pains

like the sleep that slowly leaves your eyes.