She stays more dreamy than in sleep; to face up to her fragility with dignity
He touched her eyelid so soft; panicked at the thought to end in a penniless croft
Rambles of a ramblers themes; he often caught her drift, yet also missed his chance
Fate undone by circumstance; there in the queue, where she knew of but the few
She reads in joyful voice; of her new-found, long-lost friend; it is why we depend
To send the desires of her spirit, she impresses her lover’s letter, with the stamp of wax
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149