I. My misty April dream subsides
and she's still there.
A vision with what's real collides;
a fancy caught me unaware
II. I dreamt
of secrets caught in ruby lips
riddles on her fingertips
III. I wonder
if I'm one of countless blips
on her radar full of ships
IV. I dreamt
that I am more.
It's spring break! I expected from myself more weather poems, but this spring decided to come slowly, so the weather is just disgusting. So no. Romantic poem instead! How do you like it? I figure that I'll add more onto it; usually I write on a paper copy and then transcribe them onto the site.
I promise I'll write more soon!