The dream I dream is clear within my mind

Of her for whom my soul yearns for the most.

And seeing her across the grass is fine,

But almost like I’m looking at a ghost.

The perfect one for me across the lawn —

A gulf between us for myself to span—

And I must make a move ere Dawn.

I cannot move–I’m stuck, as if in sand.

I drop to ground and start to crawl across.

You see I’m simply desperate to find.

The girl seems further away—I’m at a loss.

But this only exists within my mind.

I know she’s out there — surely someone is.

So why can’t I discover who she is?