My bed was suddenly aloft in a field,
And she walked straight up to me,
Knelt down to me and kissed me on the lips,
So soft, the most real thing
And I woke up
Your Youth
I found you in your youth;
What a dream,
A revelation,
I see I was a star
amongst a constellation
What a dream
and how uncouth
Like coming across the pages,
Of a journal set to spook
I found you in your youth
Part of this was letting go
I’m finding what was lost;
Inking on new pages,
With your feathers long forgot
What a dream
Not a loss
Fragrant songs and fresh poked skin
With curls so young, divine
With fame in your eyes and applause for you
Just like your recent desire
What a dream
And what solemn proof
I found you in your youth
What brash returns,
And gentle burns,
the festival of love
Where hips do earn
And voices spurn you,
on toward the bust
What a dream
Our unfailing lust
I found you in your youth
Romantic we, destined to be
By brothers, sisters, blood
And gallant we, and gentle we
We tried, we toiled, we doves
What a dream,
Oh what a Love
I found you in your youth
- Daniel Watts, 2019
