The Dream of Mirrors

[For the record, reverie is my favourite English word. Is it the sound or is it the meaning? Both.]

That dream I saw in your eyes that day-
Of that place somewhere away-
I thought that dream was what you wanted;
So I kept my own aside,
I toiled and toiled, and toiled and tried-
I tried so hard to get it granted.

That dream of a place, I saw in your eyes,
Wasn’t yours, I then realize:
My own reverie it was, it seems;
Your lovely eyes did my dream mirror,
Your lovely, dreamy eyes did spur
Me on to chase my dream.

How naïve was I to not have known?
It wasn’t yours or mine alone-
We’d seen that dream together;
Our different dreams came near, converged,
And cuddled, kissed, and then they merged,
Fulfilling one another.

You’d dreamt of a place with quiet and peace,
Just you and me, and some cool breeze.
We’ve come, at long last to that spot,
That’s perfect, but, completely, not-
The peace is spoiled by my heart apace,
And the breeze is soiled by my breath on your face.