The Dream

I had a dream I could speak to A lovely day to call mine A scarlet road that unfurled in the evening as I looked out I had a dream I could speak to Oh and we met in the dark I never thought I'd find you here of all places, all places Alcohol wetting my skin What a scary birthday it had been Champagne in the morning and drawing at night The first week happened all on the inside Champagne in the morning and drawing at night What about the babies? I want them straight out Winter passed, summer came With no respite from the dream It funnelled down like a submarine Up at times we would come but mostly in the dark we'd run And watch the beauty of the silver sheen Past summer, babies came, into the unfinished house they splayed Broken tiles glinting in the mess Each morning before my eyes I'd clench my hands at the air around Make sure no trick had been played Then, the last night, the dream came Finally calling out our names I fell asleep, troubled but unaware although I knew Life was but a dream in the end