I DREAMED ABOUT A GIRL

I never met. She was a fox.

She was beautiful

with long hair – golden

to her toes. And ruby red lips.

I saw her on the Esplanade

her skirt kind of old

fashioned but that smile.

That smile could launch fifty

firecrackers at once.

Powerful. Long lasting.

She knew I was there

as if I was more than just

a friend. She flirted

with those long eyelashes

I saw as I kept moving

closer in the crowd.

One day she was gone. I

tried but could

not find my sunshine.

Each night as stars

flash brightly I still see

that smile but

it seems so far away.

Time now rides

the memory wind

and I no longer dream

about her anymore.