It was entire durations of a dream, she stood behind me, not a sound.
Then a gleam of light hit the ground, a shadow fell and her voice sang a round.
Now, the memory a more abundant chorus than I recall
with my littered words that clash and brawl – my slumber at an end.
I never saw her face, neither that of lover or a friend.
Another day may bring her near, perhaps with some quieter verse to hear as when it was just then.