Who Sleeps In My Bed?

Who sleeps in my bed?

         It cannot be me,

for my dreams

         have never known

this ecstasy.

Who sings such valiant songs,

         that float over rooftops

to proclaim love everlasting?

         These sounds cannot be mine;

my voice cannot touch such joy

         overwhelming.

The sky must have fallen

         with the rain.

that river must have finally

         gone dry;

to sing such songs

         and dream such dreams

from such a malcontent

         as I.