Daydream Poem by Ronald Chapman

Mornings are glowing red and gold,
Streaks of white paint tossed on a blue canvas,
Yellow Forsythia glowing,

A girl sitting alone on a bench, at the ocean's edge, 

Passion in my heart, flourishing,
Her guitar sound, her soothing voice,

My Soul calmed,
Her dress fluttering in the sea breeze.
A sparkle in her eyes,

Seagulls flying above an Angel singing hymns,
Filling my Soul, with hope,

While I whisper,
What is your name,
My pretty daydream?