I was dreaming,
dreaming of a poem.
It was about a couple,
a man and woman dancing.
The stanzas were OK,
nothing too impressive.
But then there were the last four lines,
the most beautiful I’ve heard.
And I only wish I could remember,
what it is they were.
Jane Meyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-darkviolet-a-dream/
