Dreams come whisp and wind like spring
And only the essence of life
Cottonwood raining whisps of white
Blown fargone into the hair of some beautiful woman
Walking the other way
She turned to brush it out and looked at me in such a way
One moment of her lips
Her dark red hair
Green eyes
One moment
Could it have lasted forever
Slowly as we pass
Her fingertips brush mine
I had known her touch
