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.