she turned to me in a dream,
and said "Find me, please"
in the blaze of days.
the nocturnal animals
scurried towards a river,
but I just watched the burning
which turned blonde.
the wardrobe was watch
and wool and soft war,
started with a cigarette
and a purpose.
turning in my sleep
I woke up to pee on the embers,
but was never allowed back
into that world again.