in the moment of reverie.

In the wilderness of dreams i find
a feeling truly divine.
thrust upon me with the heat of summer.
the beating of the heart;a slight stammer.

A whirlwind of thrill it brought
and in the unconsciousness; out with what i sought.
And in an instant, a glance.
Ever so slight, a flickering chance.

And then I awake, to bare, white, walls.
To see my hopes lingering-
crushed paper balls.