Daydream

Through all the little mundane things

I do each day and night,

I think about you, and I wish

thoughts would turn to delight.

I wonder if you're sleeping

As I fold the socks and shirts,

Or if you're having dinner

While I hang the frocks and skirts.

I pack the dishes, glasses first,

and wonder where you are,

or if, as I ply mop and broom,

you're wishing on a star - 

the selfsame star I wished upon,

while tucking girls in bed,

The one my eyes lit up to see,

as thoughts flew through my head.

I think of how I wish I'd see

the passion in your eyes

that blaze from every note you send,

that thrill and hypnotize.

Some day, perhaps, my wish will turn

to grand reality.

Till then, I'll just imagine you

right here, right next to me.

© 2008