A New Dream...

It is, it does seem,
My only real need,
And I do dream,
Per the hoary creed.

I'm after that gleam,
If only in firm belief,
Dreaming the dream,
My mind but a fief.

Joy to finally teem,
In love's grace,
I dream the dream,
Of that melting
                 embrace.

It is futile I deem,
Aware of my breath,
Before I dream,
Love'll trump death.

It's the same theme,
An unmoving queue,
Will I ever dream,
Dream something new?