A Dream Of Who Poem by Randy McClave

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