A/N: True story.

I used to dream nothing worthwhile

Until I saw you sitting here

Like a girl by the wedding aisle

Waiting for her turn to appear.

You were still dreaming of a sky,

Shaded with nips of peacock blue,

When you looked around with a sigh

And called me to sit next to you.

It was not long when I noticed

Your tiny hands, so small and clean,

Had hid a vibrating tempest

Of visions in dragonfly green.

I left our seat my old regimes

In exchange for enraptured dreams.