Dream

It was early morning, when light was
Just beginning to enter the room.

I heard a sound from outside.
The sound of tires on gravel.

I went to the window, opened the window.
It was you there, looking up.

Through those eyes of yours.
With that long red hair of yours.

You were calling my name, beckoning.
I dressed quickly, went down the stairs

Opened the door, breath frosting the air.
I walked to you, where you waited.

You took my hand.
We looked into one another's eyes.

(In yours I saw galaxies, and the world's end.)

You drove us away.
My hand rested on your leg.

We drove far from this land.
And passed through the gates of Eternity.