From a dream...

In a daisy-run
Tripped over You
Laying on a meadow
Snarled with wooden
Beads
In Washed jeans
So nonchalant
Distant
Like a harbor
In New Zeland
I always wished
it would
welcome me.

Laid down
Next to you
In the high grass
Marking
the shape of my body
You smiled
With eyes
And corners of your lips