THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

Deep beneath a glittering twilight,

a cozy warmth surrounds me,

as my heart melts once again,

and the violins in my head resume their singing.

The dreams from a yesteryear are reborn,

with a new heroine as the protagonist.

She stands tall from her low height

and sends piercing stares through society,

until she bows it down before her with her utter will.

While behind the scenes she softens

and a loving glow idles upon her face in soft repose,

As warmth and mirth emanate from her sheer existence

in the waves of a high tide,

washing over me and drowning me-

in a homey feeling of snug coziness.

And in my mind's eye I can see her,

and my arms closing around her

and pulling her tightly against me

as the night squeezes our bodies

entwined in an innocent, sweet embrace.

A yearning maw opens inside of me

as the visions dance across my imagination.

And a growing desire to make the dream real

expunges all other thoughts

from the myriad that inhabit my mind.

And all that's left

is the overwhelming sensation of love and desire

that I feel for the woman of my dreams,

whom I love more than anyone else in the world.