The Lover's Dream

I dreamed you disappeared down shore's long curve, dipped, abandoned prints, the jealous waves smoothed by manic curl and rushed away, reminder of the straightness of your stride, I dropped a hand to bar the zealous tide, then woke to glimpse your flower'd dress go by; blue and velvet pearl, the curtain'd sun flashed like tears that fall into a well, from the window of a house imprisoned by, a sandy path where love, each day denied, finds in the folds of sleep, a place to hide.