You are so beautiful!

You are as beautiful as the dream,
Dreamt on a winter night
By a traveller, gaunt and solitary
Who had slipped into slumber land
Just as he was gazing outside his mullioned train window
At a distant speck of light, very dim.
It had pierced through the misty darkness,
And unexpectedly warmed his weary, cold body.
The chilly wind that had lashed at his harsh features,
Jaw and cheeks, comforted him no longer!
He was suddenly reminded of hot milk and cookies
Of a tender face, its loving gaze-sensations ancient, vague
He felt were astir in his heart, the traveller, sleepless and relentless
Suddenly pulled up his quilt and meditated upon the gentle face.
Before long, he was in slumber land and dreaming
Of the afternoon when he had cried because his mother
Won’t let him wear his sister’s floral frock!
He dreamt of his grandfather’s pet Doberman
Of his grandmother’s red, woollen scarf
Of his sister’s sketches and his mother’s songs
And of his own bicycle, books and bats!

You are as beautiful as this dream
Haggard and harassed, when I think of you
That love can never be lost,
And innocence never be corrupted,
And dreams never be dead, I know is all true!