A Daydream What verse could make her touch one key and drift what vibration could – such beauty – calm and in her heart make melancholy shift. What verse could serve - for loneliness – as balm. And yet the eyes as cut off as the stems of flowers imprisoned in fine vase drift sweetly on the tone of single key the scent of beauty still upon their face. So does the heart pursue the dream of token gently draped at leaving’s kiss rekindling the heat of passion’s lips sails alone - on moments of such bliss. And in these times adrift on loving’s sea dreams only - that he - still dreams of me. For A Daydream contest/Isaiah Zerbst