A Whimsical Dream

Walking along the lakeside shore,

My dreams seemingly began to pour.

Everything I thought

And what I had been taught,

All is opening like a drawer. 

 

Over the hills show the sinking sun.

Thinking now at what hasn’t begun.

Along in my journey

God ceases my worry,

Too entirety that is just begun.

 

A gentle breeze sweeps across my hair,

Over the water I stop to stare.

My reflection shining,

Showing my pining,

Evident how I truly do care.

A day will come when the man I love

Will suit me so, just like a glove.

Though with much respect, 

I’m sure not perfect.

Utmost tough but gentle as a dove.

 

Oh how I wish he would appear

Across the country or right here.

Years will come and go

But I may never know

If in his coming it be near.

               

Upon his mind do I impress?

What I will be like, does he guess?

What I like to do,

If ever I am blue,

And what it is that I obsess?

 

Who he is and where he’ll be

Someday I will know and see.

And if I see that day 

Right to him I will say,   

It is you who fills my heart with glee!

Author's Note

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