A girl on a dream

Her smile though never seen hits me like an hammer

It brightens my day until I go blind and can not see,

Her charm is wit and beauty as if any of it matters.

For I am hers and nothing else can I be.

She floats by as if in a dream,

And I stare in wild wonder.

And then down on moon beam,

She comes to my to my soul then under,

To my very core of who I am.

She holds me there so I heal,

And in my ear she whispers when,

When I am begin to again feel.

To her, my dream.

To her, my hope,

To you and all you seem,

And to all of us who must cope.