Whar art thou dame of my dream?

Eagerness readily overtakes me prior
to succumbing to nightly slumber.

Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed
adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards
from one hundred – a simple sleep aid technique
to usher deep and profound submersion
into subconscious state.

Once transition from wakefulness to the virtual
realm of unconsciousness envelops thy corporeal
being (i.e. said sensate state

characterizes word wrangler),
thine immersion into deep sleep oft times elicits
a most alluring, charming, and entrancing female.

Lo and behold to ethereal winsome

mettlesome iron maiden,
who unequivocally, quickly, and markedly

infiltrates mine subconscious
dramatically contrasted against

unsinful, yet vengeful, wrathful wife,
especially fortified, justified, and legitimated

when husband in delicto flagrante

no matter figment of my imagination occupied
smattering rem cycles, a mere fraction of mine
existence, which true valued earthly lifespan

constitutes Inxs journeys lxiii round
el sol translated into utter disbelief.

Thus, some measure of consolation, fascination,
and insulation experienced by this white pawn,
(while he rides high in the saddle as some vaunted
feigned knight upon kingly steed) zealously
yearning for uber flight of fancy from nonexistent
angelic aura to lyft my spirits sans regular visitations.

Twas with utmost avidity, excitability, and incongruity,
that found this roam in poet to alight delightedly
gloriously relinquishing hold upon reality, whence
nightly occurrences plied quavering radiantly shining
teasingly undulating voiceless willow the wisp.

Thee lovely lass perched upon slipstream between
wakefulness and sleep.

She redolently shone as thee inimitable Lady in red,
and returned to mine nocturnal submission.

While awaiting sought after amorphous, fabulous,
incredulous nebulous essence (transient nymph
inhabiting thine unconscious state altered state,
what seemed thine entire existence), I reiterate
crafted ode and softly sing the following verse.

Chorus:

she danced with a feverish spring

and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed

for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds

with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity

from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet

every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion

of happiness everywhere.

tossed out the fashion boutique

on a cushion four square led
this lady in red
with her snug outfit

against her slim body did wed
pizzazz and personality that bred
this well healed nanny with high street cred
made sure charges

looked spiffy and well fed.

Chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring

and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed

for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds

with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity

from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet

every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion

of happiness everywhere.

atop shoulders bounced

a well coiffed and adorable head
drawing followers wherever she led
and listened to her sexy, silky,

and sultry voice no matter she pled

to steer clear of amorous affair
where verboten fruit one must not tread

toward, cuz illicit shenanigans

hurtful to the one you did wed.

chorus:
she danced with a feverish spring

and stepped as if in the air
no worries existed

for whose wellbeing she did care
with eyes of sparkling emeralds

with a shimmering flair
amber waves brought serenity

from her flowing glistening hair
attracting like a magnet

every person she that came near
spreading infectious contagion

of happiness everywhere.