Early morning storm in April. Dream on, dream on In the fresh green shadows Of sleep.

Rain on the window, Water hiding behind the lids Of your eyes, everything Is flowing, even in sleep. Dream on, dream on Of Eden and your fall.

Thunder is showing its teeth. There is no one else underneath Your warm blanket. And so, so Cold you are within! Dream on, dream on Of star fire and burning ships.

A window bangs in the wind. Happiness too is like that din. Sudden. And leaving glass on The floor to cut your feet. Dream on, dream on, Of mud and eddying blood.

Storm passing on an April morning Waving its flags, wriggling its toes. Dream on, dream on, Darling Always in the fresh green shadows Of sleep.