was it a dream
or a cosmic mistake
that on such a hot and muggy day
that I heard that name
so gentle in its grace
so beautifully in every way
with eyes of stars that shine even at noon
a smile too long for
and arms of a loving and compassionate embrace
hair flowing like  flowers on a windy summers  day
in such a peaceful place
a dream I wish to ever  be
endless in its way
only to be dragged
pulled
into a cold and dark
a dreary and dreadful place
for it was only a dream
of a lucid summers day