What i dream i had:
pressed in organdy;
clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;
softer than the rain.
i wandered empty streets
down past the shop displays.
i heard cathedral bells
tripping down the alley ways,
as i walked on.
And when you ran to me
your cheeks flushed with the night.
we walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
i held your hand.
and when i awoke and felt you warm and near,
i kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
oh i love you, girl.
oh, i love you.