Wishful Thinking

The darkness of night is fading
from a cool yet bright multicolored sky
Her nightmares of fear which
sometimes lead to tears are replaced
on this morning with sweet daydreams of him

The sweet daydreams of the man she loves
How does he do that?
How does he make her want to jump through the phone
giving him the “what for” one minute and
making her lose herself in these
sweet daydreams the next?

It's a little after eight now
She hears a key in her door and
still lost in her romantic daydream of him asks silently
Could it be my love?
When it isn't she thinks
damm it's only my wishful thinking!