With that smile dotted by tears?

When your lips worked around

Words spoken in quivered fear?

Were you telling me to wait?

Was it that my leaving was fate?

Was it both and neither?

.

Wandering this void, your voice like

Water flows so effortlessly

Washing over me in the

Wonderous melody of its memory

.

Wish only I could remember the words

.

.

I dreamt of giant cactus trees

holding hands in a prickly row

against an azure sky,

with blades of iris all green

sticking out of

their barking heads.

There was a river down below

so I jumped and flew,

breaking through the ice cold

clear waters of the night.

The land was glassy black

with rolling stars as far as

my eyes could see,

as I watched

the bristling sun rise

up from under a

Bashful rays beaming between branches

My head resting

in the sanctuary of your shade

Sweet scented willowed locks