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, girl

Oh I love you.