I dreamt of you the other night, my love That you were waiting for me in my home But I was gone, was out in search of peace But could not find it drinking wine alone
Battered, I returned.
I found you dressed in shades of gray, my love With darkened, shadowed eyes of mystery For having sensed how badly I was burned You dressed yourself as smoke to comfort me
You know my heart so deeply, love Can you see you are the wine I seek? The silence in my eyes a tortured plea For you to turn your knowing gaze on me And cool me with your touch, a single touch But this was not to be...
Yet could you be more perfect, love? More divine? For you are grace incarnate in my mind.