I was sleeping, dreaming an unusual dream, when I woke suddenly
I stepped outside the room and looked through the tall, glass window in the centre of the loft
Clutching the robe to
You were here with me
in my dream
I would rather you were here,
colors gleaming gold and copper in the sun
through the jet of your coat;
I would rather you were
I am but a girl
Hiding
Peeking ‘round the fence of your vast lands
Mesmerized by the expanses of its beauty
In wonder at the luxuriousness of your soul
Afraid
To trespass, uninvited,