I could have asked her
If she was
Dreaming
But I saw it in
The way
She held her breath
So low
Too many of the
Same familiar songs
& it makes as much sense
As it did
The last time she
Saw him go
"Aren't we all prisoners?"
She thought to ask
Some cool summer's dusk
Why, of course
Sweet love
Now take my hand
& I'll show you
What we're all
Dreaming
Of.