IN DREAM'S EYE
I had a dream about someone who accedently had your name. You didn't have honey-colored eyes and you didn't have any shape. You were a premonition, the wind, a silent word. There was just a little bit of you. Diluted. Actually, I don't know if that was really you, or I added that interpretation later. However. You were laughing and your vitreous laugh spreaded through the meadow.
But then you came, and spoiled everything.