I nap in hopes of dreams with you
Just to catch another glimpse of
Those eyes that know no malice
But eyes mysterious they are
For I know not of their color
Hidden beneath skin shaped in such matter
That they appear as but lines upon a canvas
As do the dots upon your skin, soft to the touch
Asthma, under the guise of freckles
But in truth, my breath would be the one
Taken away by all your being, a cure inconceivable
Bizarre, however, how vivid you appear
As dreams leave only the fuziness
Your presence within is as fleeting as slumber
And I awake, disturbed yet hopeful
As another day is another try to return to dreamland
And perhaps chance upon you