Beech Wood Embers

  I dreamt of her again. The woman of my dreams, my teenage obsession. Her long black hair caught by the wind, her bright black eyes shining with youth, her stout roman goddess physic effortlessly sensual. She lives inside my dreams. In the town stuck in an eternal sunset. Everything shone under the last bright beam of the Sun. Shadows cut over the sandstone. The great painted impressionist river of my dreams bled on, down from the bottom of the town. I heard the river moving softly through sun browned meadows, through wheat and grain, through dark glades, through willows, through pines.     I took my partner to meet the woman in my dreams. I wanted to solve the mystery. I wanted them to meet. I felt like I was cheating on my partner inside my dreams. I tried to reason with them both. I wanted to explain why I kept going back to her, to the town, to the love that never was. She has taken over my dreams. I kept returning to the town that only existed in my dreams, to the...