Dream Girl

I dream the most at dawn beneath the bowers

When skies are shedding sweet, autumnal showers

Where silence, she’s serene, as yet unshattered

And leaves around my feet sleep on unscattered

I dream in black and white and never colour

And you may say that grayscale is far duller

Than pigment – though I think it’s overrated

And monochrome will never be outdated

I dream, and dream I dream is no illusion

For fate sometimes can force fantastic fusion

Of lovers lost who’ve long-since left lamenting

In dream I see their hearts and souls cementing

And yes, I am derided for my dreaming

Since cynics say that I am really scheming

That vision that I see I’ll bring to life

Steal back my stolen dream girl for my wife!