For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her
What a dream last night
dressed in orgundy
clothed in crinaline
of smoky burgundy
softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets down
past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
drifting down the alleyways, as I walked on
and when you ran to me your,
cheeks flushed with the night
we walked through frozen fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke
and saw you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
with my grateful tears
oh I love you girl, I love you
