HAUNTED

For a moment, I forgot you were dead. There was this dazzling fine daydream. I was out tying garlands of honeysuckle, sweet clover with ribbons and sunshine; things to leave sweet scent for evening. Then you drank in this scent in our bed, pulling me down dark corridors instead. But a storm and chill brought me awake, to the blackest of night, terror at my fate. And sadness gripped me as if I am blind, until I felt new love kiss away the dead. Tho' which is the dream in this dream?