You win again

What a dream I had

Pressed in organdy


Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy


Softer than the rain.


I wandered empty streets down


passed 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.