Desert winds

[eclipse]

My love cried into a stream before passing

away. In dreams a wind horse carries me across

waters while using her tears as stepping

stones, we sleep beneath a gaunt tree, lost

on desert plains, I dreamt about tears that were

now streams. The horse dreamt about a ghostly tree

that's branches grew for eternity. The winds stir-

desert wakes, weeping a sand storm, subtly,

winds talk with the horse, swiftly we journey

to a river's confluence; a tree with

branches growing skywards, tears fall slowly

from leaves into the water, my love she lives

within dreams but arrives when I wake, rivers

they run dry-the winds and the horse gather.

[Benjamin]

Graphic tiered dream work that I can also relate to the current WW1 themes on the forum. Your imagery is well worked through unobtrusive end line rhymes and enjambments. You might consider using the word "whose" instead of "that's" at the start of L7. It was the only place I faltered as a reader. Enjoyed. G.