One Dream

From long ago. I know little about poetry. Good self esteem. Can take a beating for help.

                                                            One Dream

                                                      By Daryl Campbell



I saw her there in the dream's first light,

         Her beauty flourishing in angelic proportions and

         The sun shining brilliantly over long, golden hair.

Soft white skin, blushing ever so slight,

         A warm smile with dark ruby lips and

         Blue eyes, the color of the purest sea.

A figure she kept, one equal to Godiva’s own,

         A slender shape with gentle distracting curves that

         Left no question to her womanhood.

A woman though true, she was not fully grown,

         Still clinging to youthful flirtations that

         Allowed her to love with no fear of commitment.

Our time spent together was a short, fleeting moment,

         There in my dream, just a soft waning figure, then

         Suddenly gone as I reached out to touch her.