The world changed colour, grey to blue.
Light filtered through old yew trees
near where some I knew spent time,
drunk on cider and sweet red wine.
Something else came to mind.
Girl, sleepy hollow,
lips hovered above my face.
Eyelids flickering. Life in limbo
I slept quietly,
lulled by faint chatter.
The light changed as fireflies scattered
disturbed by my waking form.
She had gone. Where she'd lain
grass came back to life.
Catching first light of rising moon
Against darkening sky.