dream 02/15

a yellow stone church with a green roof
white columns and a fresco
an old garden with dark trees
colored with the weight of new snow
and a black iron gate with signs of rust
underneath my hand i saw
its' broken hinge and one odd screw
balanced just before the fall.
then a clever face with a sweet smile
half-opened, i was dreaming
near to her, talking to her
looking at her eyes beaming
a constant glow and a short laugh
a philosophy and a voice
no sense of life passing by
our stillness and our choice
but River with madness and a chill
grim silence and an abyss
a point certain with an end
woke me and now, what did i miss?