Waking from dreams

WAKING FROM DREAMS
If you are my love, then love me: night after night
you come to my door – I hear your footsteps –
but you never come in, you just leave again.
Is that love?
I have never shuffled outside my love’s door;
perhaps my love has all the love.
Were it not for the footsteps, I would not have wakened from dreams:
dreams would have ridden the clouds in search of my love.

Han Yong’un (1879-1944)