In my dream Dylan walked up to me and present a white homemade cardbox gift
and she who can never be late, came to me in a cafe made of yesterday's corner
We who walked through defiant trees, upon a coin toss, chose some life's new path
As the sun teased, seductive welcome, we both glimpsed it's heat upon are skin
young boys boat, food drink, fake bridge & your story where we just made two
then, I asked for the touch of your lips, are embrace sealed Autumn changing ways
are eyes laid to rest on London, as i told union “shout proud, for your photograph”
rain swept in, saying “this is the end of your day and please let time come back in”
as we talked of white horse, in the company of you, I said “this tea tests forever perfect”
& upon notes, you wrote, turning, shaking, saying “your coat, I just felt, of it's terrible weight”
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