Day Dreams

Her posture lovely as she lie, charm and grace

While she daydreams of her man in armor

She waits adorned in satin trimmed with lace

Will he guide, protect and be her mentor?

Will he come and place a kiss upon her face?

She imagines how handsome he must be

Or will she drift in sleep to another place?

Hopeful of his status and likely to be wealthy

She imagines of herself tall, and beautiful

Will he expect a woman or as she be

Simply what she is, and just a fairy

Wishing all those thoughts so falsely

So what she wishes for may not be

Perhaps tomorrow she’ll wish she were a gypsy

© Joyce Ann Geyer

November Dreams