SURRENDER

Her green eyes glittered

he was left wanting:

who is she?

Why does she haunt my dreams?

He awoke with a start!

And looked around the room

a breeze swept across from the window

as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes

he had dreamt of her for a fortnight

and still no peace of mind.

Was she just a will-o'-the-wisp?

Or an angel?

He asked with wondering

his need so intense

he had to find her before he lost his mind.

0h ye, of little faith

the voice whispered in his ear, surrender

Believe, it said, she is yours.

It shall be.

How can I know he cried?

She is but a dream

Have faith the voice whispered.

For if you have faith there will be no questions

 but without it there will be no answers.

By ruie