Yesterday, I had a dream.
And in that dream...

You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...

If
I say the light...

Between her snoozes and sneezes,
she’d knit me through her coughs and wheezes...

I once
had a dream...

In this long forgotten sanctuary,
Wherever it may be...

Sometimes, you tell me of your dreams:
Distant, yet vivid enough...

'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered...
She wept...

I still remember your eyes
and how they made my world open (as wide...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

Will we ever be here again tomorrow?
In this place, which feels so much like a dream...

How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...