I think I'd remember if I were
Really there - though sometimes
In dreams it seems something
Like that -- fading as I
Sip coffee from my cup.
Sometimes vividness carries
On into day-dreams strangely,
And I wonder where it
Originates - meeting
Someone like her, knowing
I could never have
Had that reality or
That she could be
As lovely as I dream
Or have an interest in
Me, struggling,
Yearning, hoping
To find her hand
Reaching mine,
Her bright eyes shining,
Watching me wake.
