Daydream

The streets are empty

still full of life and motion 
The night is calm as the summer morning, 
But rowdy in mystic sphere 

intertwine with emotion 

misconstrue in her heart and soul 

As she looks out her window 
In despondency she inquires 

will love ever come her way? 
As the darkness of night gives way 

at the advance of the light of day 

So her heart surrenders to him 

at the sound of his gentle, mellifluous 

mannish voice piercing through her psyche and nucleus. 

Creating a vivid portrait of his being  
Far apart yet very nigh  
The world wills not that they be _ yea nature defiles  
Placing them in one eternal cause of exaltation