Noruwei no mori

[sestra_kerry]

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 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...