Lost in a breeze she stood whistling,
and beside her, time stood still...
I stood in the doorway staring
as moonlight glistened on the window-sill...
I felt a warm chill.
She was focused yet empty minded,
dishwater dripping slowly from her hands...
whistling softly slowly sifting;
through yesterdays broken dreams...
tomorrows' detailed plans.
I walked up quietly from behind,
wrapping my arms around her waist...
her response was subtle and kind,
her skin had a sweet, fragrant taste...
I could call her mine.
Turning, she offered a comforting grin,
throwing her arms around me...
 water began dripping down my shirt,
the alarm clock is ringing again;
Im awake now...
and I hurt.

Originally written by myself, Matthew Tregear, in September of 1998.