For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

(P. Simon)



What a 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 alleyways

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, how I love you

Oh, how I love you...