Shadowy places, dreams
searching for something
a lost face, a lost child
ghosts paddling lethe's wharf

and there she is
at a party now
in a bright blue dress
chatting away with a lover

I should kill him because
in dreams that's allowed
and I'll hide the body
In a grave of unmarked stones

you gave me such a look
that shot me through the eye
then you turned away and glided
into the sea, splashing your tail

I could not find you
though even in my dream
fearing retribution
I could smell your perfume

the song played gently
as you waved goodbye
and I whispered words
of love before I woke