The Dream

In a dream I stood facing a mirror

Showing the reflection of you and I

But every time I turned around

My lover would vanish from my sight

First thing I saw as I opened my eyes

Was the picture I took of you in July

Northern beauty bathed in the evening light

Your side of the bed is a desert now

One day I might turn into fire

Ready to burn your house down to the ground

Keep in mind you're the one who lit the match

I held in hand and waved as a sign