Last Night


Last night again I dreamt of you. 
You walked across the field of wheat,
And didn’t know I was there, too,
Or maybe didn’t want to know,
Or didn’t care to count to two–
You never had a knack for math.
You sailed the cooling seas of dew,
Bluebells lay crushed beneath your feet.
You walked alone, and we both knew.


Written for WD Magic 9 Poetic Form Challenge