Sweet Nightmares

Her figure appears from the dark

White and luminous she looks

She is the silhouette of my soul

She is my special gift

Her dress sways with the sweet

Acknowledgment of my

Subtle stares quietly

Still she stands like her heart

Her face is a reflection of my own

I see wonder I see peace

The smile she wears is one of

Comfort and familiarity

Her presence comes to me

Even after I awake from the

Sweet morning nightmares

Her memory lingers here still