The Girl

The girl walks through my dreams each night,
Leaving her footprints there.
She has no face or form,
She is a shadow.

She passes softly,
As not to disturb my slumber.
Even though I cannot see her,
She is familiar somehow.

She flitters through my dreams,
Treading softly.
She lines them with golden trim.

For me she symbolizes the hope I've lost,
My needs and wants.
Without her I fear that I'd be lost.

She treads along fields of thoughts,
Turning the dead withered thoughts,
To a brilliant green,
Glowing with life.

She leads me on each night,
Just out of my reach.
Teasing and taunting me,
Filling me with a sense of want and need.

I long to see her again,
I wish her face were clear,
I need to find out who she is,
This girl who treads my dreams.

A piece of her she leaves with me,
Each time she treads my dreams.
I just can't wait to dream again,
My anxiousness bursting at the seams.

Her face has come together now,
I now know who she is.
She's one that lives so far away,
Whom I knew before we met.

I thought she was familiar,
Like I'd known her all her life.
I don't know how it came about,
But this I am quite sure,
I truly love this girl,
Who went from dream to reality.