I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
Fiddling with your boutonniere
Blue eyes sparkling in the mornin’s glare
Sprigs of oak leaf turned orange
Curling softly round your chin
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million copper pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object of so many
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
Please tell me / did you find it
Fun to be / a dandelion’s
Wish for the evening last night
Please tell me are you blind e-
Nough to see burnin’ like a
Birthday candle tonight