Mesmer

She cried out to me
Once in a dream, wrapped up
In grey mists and fumes
Of the twilight underground
Behind my eyes.

Her white satin dress
Was ragged and worn, her
Face pale and hopeful
Like a midnight Cinderella
Eternal.

She was just too far
Away for me to hear
Her, voice perfume on
Velvet starlit sky, lulling
Me to slumber.

Her silver crown I
Chased for hours like a
Yellow lovesick man,
Until eyesight faltered and
Breath stirred – awake.