Hazy Memory

How do you love someone you have never met?

I asked the lady in dripping red

Because when the falls mist in Northern Oregon 

I feel him in my head

A place where Sun and Shadow collide

Remove any dread

So when the flame gets passed you will feel the dead-

Swinging shoes, craning neck

Turn left, right

That's all I remember

Of the man, 

Who made my bed.