She is so beautiful
i say to myself She
has such brazen Eyes Her
Voice speaks to my Soul i
think i know Her though yes
We grew up as kids She
leans Close to Me with Her
song slowly ebbing i
Reach out to Touch Her and
And then I wake up.
Afterthought: Now this one is all formatted like that on purpose. It is supposed to look all dReammmy, and show emphases, and direction, and how I see/saw it, and stuff. One of those "concrete", tactile-type poems. And it is VERY inspired by a dream I had. In fact, I wrote it right after (obviously hours after) I had it.