She comes at noon.
A Late with cream please!
A nod of her head,
Eyes deep like an echo.
She comes at noon.
Alone with a daydream.
She writes in the corner,
Hands fly like a sea breeze.
She comes at noon.
At times she will call me.
What is your dream?
She leaves me to wonder.
She comes at noon.
I use my old timer.
She a breath of fresh air,
After the drudge of the day.
What is my dream?
What is my purpose?
She comes at noon,
And I am here, waiting.
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Moments in Verse
PoetryI tried writing a description.... but apparently summing up a dream is impossible.
