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.