The Lady of Dream

She lived tucked away in a tiny room,

With a simple computer screen,

A table, a bed, and dreams in her head

Of how once the world had been.

She’d not venture out, her life was a drought

Since the love of her life had died,

Though men came to court, that’s not what she sought,

This lady had too much pride.

She felt she could not fall in love again,

That pain was too hard to bear,

She’d savoured the best, and so for the rest

She lived like she wasn’t there.

Her children were grown, so mostly alone,

Her days went un-noticed, and flew,

Resigned to her age, she didn’t engage

With a world that she barely knew.

I saw her just briefly pop up on my screen,

A whisper, and then she was gone,

A tangle of hair, and cheeks that were fair,

And eyes that had fairly shone.

I felt something stirring inside of me then

Like an angel had passed my way,

A simple respite in the depths of the night

That carried on into the day.

I sought and I searched for the vision I’d seen,

In the hopes that she’d soon be there,

For day after day, I’d look for a way

To find her, induce her to care.

My life had been empty, my heart ceased to beat

Till I saw her face up on the screen,

But then it awoke at the first time I spoke

To that wonderful Lady of Dream.

I know it takes time, to make love online,

But time is the one thing we had,

And both of us find, we’re of a like mind

In all things both happy and sad.

There may be an ocean between her and I

But you’re only as close as you feel,

And so it would seem, when the Lady of Dream

Reaches out, then the feeling is real.

David Lewis Paget