I Dreamed Of Love

I dreamed of love in the form of a woman.
It was a nice dream; I dream it still.
She was lovely but waited for no man.
To chase her was always a nice thrill.

She always managed to be beyond grasp.
Her gown cascaded like her long hair.
Her soft pretty hands I wanted to clasp.
She always seem to float on thin air.

She was an angel in my wonderful dream.
I wanted her wings to surround me.
I imagined she was more than a dream.
I believed that only she could free me.

Her eyes seemed so full of passion.
I marveled at her sense of poise.
Her delicate form held compassion.
She was like the spirit of white noise.

She always seems to run in my dreams.
I imagine she must liked being chased.
Somehow she isn't always like she seems.
When I wake up though; she is erased.