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 streetsDown past the shop displays.I heard cathedral bellsTripping 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, how I love you!