Standing Stones

In a day where dreams become there she lives Untamed are undone A dared delicate, this wandering call some where in my dream, and her infinite fall if dared, dream; if hoped hold I dream Oh but of her eyes in the same way, only in her dreams, the night to day and run to only run be a careless caress, of all things said to come I wait, to be held as one and to open the day as way of the sun