I dreamt I saw you in a dream You were white in dress, flowers adorning black hair You were singing, swinging, swaying from a key To key stroke of genius and elegy
You sang of desire, of endless folly Having visions of sonnets The Bard would greet with envy
You sang of love, abandon, menagerie You cooked and scraped and loved my company
But every dream in dreams must end To reveal crusted truths in moments Before the taking of cakes and tea
Did you get old, amber and bitter? Was it savage tyranny to be pretty? Have you been hopping from nuit to ennui?
I have moved on too, sweet unattainable muse I do not miss you at all, hardly once have I dreamt Of a dream to quench my insatiable worship of debris
Davies Symphony Hall 1-12-2008 While listening to Strauss’ Four Last Songs