Blue skies melt into green meadows
In your shimmering eyes
Morning sun finds rows of lilies
In your sweet scented hair
Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you
—
Flesh-toned velvet flows in clear rivers
In your soft skin
Rich mountain peaks call to Heaven
In your cherry red fingernails
Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you
—
Volcanoes, for years non-active, erupted
In my brain
When you finally looked at me
Buildings collapsed and rivers evaporated
In my heart
When you turned away from me
Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you
I dreamed of you
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