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

Was if fun to be a dandelion's
Wish for the evening last night
Please tell me are you blind enough
to see it burn like a candle in the night
where you hide