This one is from The Closet Clandestine
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1438220502 (Paper) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0018V3WBO (Kindle)

"Here in my heart there lives a dream,
He, like the autumn wind
With auburn hair, hugs my soul
And drifts by my fire lit.
In my morning, there he,
Like summer’s lilt,
Gives me rest from clutter
In our cottage by the sea.
And the breakers come and wake me
Deep from my heart and its sigh;
And a tear wells, as he,
Like spring’s promise or
Winter’s waning dream,
Fades in the morning breaker’s mist."