By Unknown (dream_leopard@yahoo.com)
Date: 25 January 1999

She is my dream

She gave me a dream,
That I knew would never be reality,
But it was a dream none the less.
It was her,
And I loved it.
Just thinking of her,
Her face,
Her purity,
Her,
Gave me such ecstacy,
Such joy,
That could rival any high or buzz,
Real or Imagined.
Her,
She is my dream,
My own private narcotic,
To counter any depression,
No matter how dark or shadowy,
My dream shines forth,
Lifting that mantle,
From over my eyes.
My dream,
No matter how many words I use to illistrate it,
She is my dream,
My light in the dark,
My Ecstacy,
My dream, 
Never to be had.