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