for our meeting in my dreaming life
while she was coming from her dead life
she chose the colours of grey and deep blue
small primrose flowers growing thick and soft
behind her, the light was suspended by frost
the light in the house of hers and mine
in which our eyes became narrow
which shaped our bodies into tall trees
in this rare meeting of ours we stood
alike each other as sisters can be sometimes
but more ofter the girls of the same breed
and one is to continue another