Wreathing my thoughts in a silver lace vine

This dream dawns it’s day ‘fore I even start mine

It gifts me a silly, impervious grin

And swears the world’s kinder that it’s ever been

My mind is all hazy…would this make him proud?

Of course I would tell him! No - never out loud!!

How could I remember the week, month or year

When it’s been a full day without him being near?

Cheeks glowing, steps bouncing, I close one more day

Neglecting what happened and heeding what may.