What I 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, Girl.

Oh, I Love You.