A Dream Of Who

I had a dream last night Which gave me pleasure and delight, But, when I awoke she was not there She was a vapor escaping in the air. She wore for me satin and lace I'm still wearing a smile upon my face, And though she was just a dream My eyes are agleam. Her face I still can't reminisce But, I still remember her passionate kiss, Though I am not in a mindset Her hair I truly believe was brunette. I still owe her a great unpaid debt Sadly how quickly to those who we forget, Her eyes they twinkled and shined My soul she let unsigned. If my dream were to ever come true I wonder would that be with you, You are now not in my sight When I had myself a dream last night. Randy L. McClave