Bereaving In My Labored Dreams

Bereaving as i seem, I ought to ever find you in my labored dreams. I am that someone who seems to be unseen by many eyes that gleam, but yours are of brim, yet i am still seen. Even upon my thoughts, you are of something that evanesces in him. Still, I'm impelled to bequeath the brimmed gleam to someone that's being seen within you that beams.