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.
