Sleepwalking

I'm all jabberwocky talk 
And compliment tautology
If at night I did sleepwalk
I'd go forth to our blackthorn tree 

Armed with an infinity of inkwells
And history's most successful love spells

I'd write a hundred pages
Draw love hearts where dots should be
They'd know of you for ages
Raptured by your castalie 

Alas, angst befalls me
True love cannot be real
I rest still in my body
And hold you in my dream