A Being Such as Her

I dreamt of her again,

She held me by the hand and led me through the woods,

Deep as it was, I felt safe with her.

The sun shone a peaceful light in us, she was not sun kissed, it did not even seem as though the sun shone on her.

She was light itself, or at least an extension of it, lost in a world of darkness. She was the type of person that turned heads as she walked by, and when she came close, your heart played a tune too sweet to ignore.

And her smile, God that smile, you would swear to heaven that you had seen beauty, and she was perfect.

Such a being I have yet to meet.

For now, I will be content in dreaming of a girl in a white dress leading a lost child home.