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, girl, oh i love you.