She comes to me in my dreams

A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair

She runs carelessly

Through the mist shrouded forest

of my dark unsettled sleep

A dream, a dream

And lost

I awake

And am left with the moist air

upon my bed

Damp and chilled I rise to my day

And all that is left

Is the memory of a dream

James Jarrett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-of-ash-in-the-dark/