This poem came from a real experience. I was living in my VW bus in the parking lot of a four story apartment building in St. Johnsbury, VT. The building was full of crazy people just let out of an institution that had been closed. They cheered me on each day as I worked on my VW trying to get it fixed and back on the road. One night there I had a dream of a lady coming to me and taking me ball room dancing. We danced in my dream all night and the next morning, as I woke, I felt the kiss on my neck. That kiss stayed there for several hours. I wrote this poem that morning.

Dream Lady

Last night she was here-
I knew by the soft whisper
That left her lips to alight in my ear.
I knew by the light touch on my arm,
By the scent of hyacinth and roses
Wafting through my dreams.

She was here last night.
As I lay in my bed asleep
Her love settled around me 
Like a soft warm cloud.
Then came the morning 
 bidding me to arise-
A playful kiss firmly planted on my neck:
My eyes opened swiftly,
But too late to see her go.