Is She But a Dream

Is She But A Dream
By
Joseph Timothy

I smile at each passing thought of her
Her infectious laugh
The sparkle of her eyes
The warmth of her charm
She looks at me, and sees my soul
Her smooth skin quivers at my touch
Like the ripples on a pond to the caress of  the summer breeze
The dress she wears as the hills wears the morning mist
It floats and flits about her limbs
Stirring in the breeze, it creates a soft fluttering sound
As she effortless glides

...is she but a dream?