A Lovely Vision ‘fore Waking
Her auburn braid is average,
but not so, as it is she who wears it.
Her medium-frame glasses
rest neat on the bridge of her nose.
Her white shirt buttoned just high enough
to feign formal,
her hazel eyes only pretend to not notice me,
and in this way,
pay me every attention in the world.
We have spent a lifetime together
yet have not met. Can she will herself
to being, from being just a dream?