My poems

There in the mist, rose a shadow;
A shadow that floated over the meadow.
Soon the mist faded, but not the shadow,
But clearer it got with a sparkle that follow.

The shadow too faded, but appeared a figure instead,
A figure so serene; Is serene the right word to use?I wonder.
A lady was it, or an angel,
But I knew it was her.

The smile that rose caught my leer,
A twinkle from her eyes blinded me to the near.
All that I remember now is just the swarthy face,
With a charm that made me race.

Soon I woke up, from a dangling dream.
All I could do now was a happy scream.
But am I ready now-
To tell her the magic words.