Lirama

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 alleyways 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 hand with my grateful tears, oh I love you, girl, oh, I love you