Out of a dream—
But will you live in
It with me?
Perhaps, a cottage
With port windows
Like a ship at sea—
Will you live in it with me?
It must have a turret
With book-lined walls…
And a skylight at night
To see the stars.
And a garden
Where doves
Visit and hide—
Where the wind
Boils in Maples
Through the waterfall night.
In winter,
Your footsteps
Will be glass slippers
On the walk;
In spring,
The haze of buds
Will fill the air
With bitter talk.
And there must be
A window
For our Cat to see,
And there must be
Gentle rain
And an umbrella
For me.
But, honestly Love,
The best house I ever knew,
Was lying in bed,
In love with you.