She sits
Faded green velvet chair
He stares
Through smoke filled air
The wallpaper looms
His eyes inviting
Her vision
Cloudy with drink
Spirits sent
And one white lily
More than handsome
Was this man’s beauty
And only in her dreams
He would come to her
She wouldn’t wait long
Her name he sang
A most exquisite sound
He spoke
And not in vain
With harsh determination
As in a dream
Her dream