I spent the morning in a dream
where the sound of the bellbird
whipped through the sunlit air

where I was stood in the kitchen
pouring a river into two cups -
one leaf juice; one cocoa syrup

here our thyme garden had not wilted
and this home filled with two heartbeats
when it long-lived with just one

here I spent the morning in a dream
where the wind breezed through my hair
where you loved me still

here;
I spent the morning in a dream...