For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

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 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

oh, i love you