#4 1985
blue
When you sleep in the sun
and the stars wind over invisible above
do not dream of me, your lover, my love.
The soft wind will smooth your brow
and the sea be still one silent hour;
do not dream of me,
Lie in the sun –
be cradled in his warmth
comforted by his mother love.
When you wake – you’ll see
I've finished dreaming too.
But still you lie next to me
And look – we’re clothed in blue.