A Daydream
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
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