I saw you in a dream
Standing by a bend in the road;
I recognized your face
In the rear view mirror
And pulled my car over
Onto the gravel.
We both walked into
The same bookshop:
You were looking for
Something old and faded.
Maybe you liked the smell
Of ancient dusted pages,
Where every word’s a whisper
And the paper’s yellow
From year’s of soaking up
Blanket-covered torchlight.
You smiled when you saw my face,
I smiled to see your hair so dark again
And your eyes still so bright.
I don’t remember
What you were wearing,
But I remember your porcelain skin,
And the way you looked
Standing so sweetly in the cold.