Dreamer
Were you to return
in the midnight
of my dreams,
I would meet you bare
beneath my black dress.
Red lipstick.
Hair tumbling.
Your ring reseated
third finger down.
We would make love
shoeless on cool marble floors,
lie in the rain as thunder
songed in our heads
of days beneath
scorched sunlight;
recall choruses
of forever words
spoken, forgotten,
when we danced.
Pris Campbell
©2001
Artwork: Dreamer by John Rocheleau
Artwork is copyrighted and used with permission
Having lived and worked in London, John now paints landscapes, portraits, and contemporary artwork in Canada, his home since the seventies. I highly recommend a visit to his site to see more. I love his work. Thank you, John, for letting me use this piece.
Music: Once you had Gold by Enya