This Morning As I Look At Me

This Morning As I Look At Me

This morning as I look at me,

The mirror I’m reflected by

Shows what it is I have to see

That’s visible to naked eye.

Before I woke when I still slept

I dreamt a very vivid dream;

The image in my head I’d kept,

So vivid did the image seem.

A woman I’d been speaking to

Appeared amazing to behold,

And, as I held her within view,

I quite forgot that I was old.

A ring she had on her left hand;

Its socket being without stone

Said it was not a wedding band—

Unspoken for she was her own.

Then she recited lines I wrote,

Reciting as it were by heart,

That I had scribbled on a note,

And were a sample of my art.

I told her I should find a rock

And fill the socket of her ring

As I would bind her in wedlock

The rock a token of the thing.

It was decided there and then

Together we had to be wed,

But suddenly I woke up when

I found myself alone in bed.

And, she is what I can’t forget,

Despite me in a looking glass

Yet, for that jewel I should set,

Within the ring worn by a lass.