Dream Woman

As fair as she was, golden flowing hair Her crystal clear voice, ringing in the air Smile upon her face, like birds taking flight Lost in her embrace, in the dead of night Twinkle in her eyes, depth beyond compare Soul so light and wise, causing you to stare Skin as smooth as silk, satin like to touch Pure as fresh made milk, really is too much A soul bathed in light, burning bright within Full of righteous might, not a drop of sin Was she only dreamed, what is this I feel? Was she what she seemed, was she even real?