What I would have thought on Sunday

Yesterday as I drifted off to dreaming daze
I dreamt I talked with you. You told me
how much fun you had and how you sold a thing
or two. I looked so deep into your smile
I heard of how was well. And of the man
with big moustache that bought some little bell.
With bottom lip uncovered grin and
whiskers holding lunch--
he spoke, you said, of beauty held...
by some certain little belle.

And then we smiled truth together
knowing of what he spoke
while looking into those same bright eyes

that held me now enthralled-
while I lifted off to dreaming daze
together with you falling.