I go to sleep that I may dream
Of items well-assorted:
The tricky way your dimples beam,
Or that new dress you’ve sported;
One night it’s just the way you walk;
Again, I hear you laughing;
Another time, your lively talk
Your love is telegraphing.
Could be my dream portrays your smile
With sweetness underlying,
Or your dew-fresh uncopied style
That keeps my owm heart sighing.
But there was one I have to rate
(I shuddered every minute)
The dullest dream of all to date–
You see, you weren’t in it!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 3, 1946
