Sunshine in her eyes, a radiant gleam,
Elegance in motion, a graceful dream.
Firefly in the night, a gentle grace,
Intensely drawn, to this sacred place.

I  stop and stare. at her eyes I glare.
With elegance they dance and short hair flows in the midnight air,
But the alarm clock screams, a jarring sound,
Shattering illusion, all around.
Yet the memory lingers, a bittersweet trace,
Of her phantom touch, her ethereal face.