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