Wishing I Was Shakespeare

I wanted to have a dream about you,
but all I could dream
was dark shapes and bad.
I thought if I dreamt about you,
maybe I'd become Shakespeare
and write tangible desire
laboring love effectvely
in only fourteen lines.
But instead I got confusion
in deep bad-colored forms.
It stole my brevity
and put an icy dragon
in my emptiness
sliding sleet into my viens.
I wanted to dream about you
when the purple clouds came down
and crammed the visions into fog.
I awoke wishing
there'd been better dreams,
wishing I could love you.