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.