I Dreamed of a Little Girl

Another day had lapsed into oblivion
with its mundane expectations
fulfillments never to come
but darkness certain.

Elusive as a lost world
imaginations made in dreamlands
surged again when I lay my spirits
to the soft comfort of the night.

A wish made upon the late hour
the same every day with crossed fingers
that she will return in the black dress
covered in her many pearly smiles.

Creation of the common hours
she steps into the mysteries of
an existence she does not yet know
like clockwork a welcome guest.

There, everything is possible
in a sphere hazy as yesterday’s fancies
passions burn slowly
in an indefinite space outside of time.

Then the unexpected occurs
revelation of what can be
she steps into the dawn
real in my fond embrace.