She comes to me in my dreams
A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair
She runs carelessly
Through the mist shrouded forest
of my dark unsettled sleep
A dream, a dream
And lost
I awake
And am left with the moist air
upon my bed
Damp and chilled I rise to my day
And all that is left
Is the memory of a dream
James Jarrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-of-ash-in-the-dark/
