I dreamed your face, the face I’ve
Wanted to see alive and laughing.
I helped crease the lines of smiles
Around your eyes and felt your cool
Cheek against my own. To see
The blue of your eyes I’ve found in no
One elses, to be under the gaze
That knew my ways and found good
In so many things. And in me. So there
You stood, in my garden, in my dream,
Pale and straight, draped
With all my remembrances.
Overseeing and stern,
“Move the statice,” is all you said.