Genius

These moments when I dream of you
I feel a life complete
But as they fade I fall away
Upon an empty street

The darkened drip of gutter stares
Might seem to many wrong
But freedom paves this Appian
Such that I must belong

They say to be a champion
Your feat must try to pass
The sullen fate of also-ran
The polish without brass

The thin of line awaits us now
And frozen there to keep
You win me with your liberty
Then lose me in your weep