the girl with the pony tail

I close my eyes and i succumb to my dreams..
I envisage.. THE GIRL WITH A PONY TAIL..
Serene as she may seem ..the snow white of fairy tales..
A stranger you were once...
and i did try to dispense my dreams...
but that pony tail of yours.. oh yes..
that pony tail of yours..

did put me in trance...


she is not the helen of troy,
nor is she any of picassos work
but to look at her is though looking at a picture..
she smiles like an angel from heaven..
and floats like a butterfly among roses..
and the pony tail of hers..

brushes my face as she passes..


she keeps her nails clean..
"except for the polish she wears.."
she comes and she goes,
everyday in my dreams..
but the aphrodite to me 
she will forever remain...

I shut my eyes firm thinking of her..
with a smile on my face i sleep.. conceiving..


THE GIRL WITH THE PONY TAIL...