I dreamed I saw my true loves dancing

over the purple moors looking down on Haworth.

There was joy on their faces

and I was nowhere to be seen.

 

They joined hands in a circle dance

beneath a silver moon

and their feet kicked showers of stars from the frozen heather beneath their feet.

 

In the valley

a tombstone with my name on it

testified to their joy:

that my life and death had freed them

to release me from their grasp

and look upon each other’s faces with love.

 

And as they laughed

my spirit echoed their song

and tuned itself to the dance they danced.

 

And we were joined, all three,

in the steps that link life and death

as my flesh melted into the shapes of new-budded

spring daffodils.

Easter Day, March 31, 2001