She dreams a hard-working man;
one who comes home at night.
a man who grins cities
and smiles tall forests,
who mops sweat from a tanned face
with the frayed-but clean snows
of a thousand meadows.

She dreams a man, whose
rough-gentle hands
know wjust what to do
and he can do it too, just like that.
a man not too pretty, whose quick-eye
winks, a ******* jack of a guy,
too humble to be proud.

She dreams, in her silence,
of a man,
who can drive away a cloud
as though there's nothing to it
and without a word of brag,
but with her permission,
just do it.


wirtten by Daniel Williams