Wisps Poem by Patricia Williams

Searching in a cloud of white
The fair maiden waits for her shining knight
The alarm clock shatters her world of bliss
Before she could even attain the first kiss
Her senses return to her slowly
As she gazes at her bedroom so lowly
She's drug back to the world of strife
Where she must work to maintain a life
Her working hours are quite a struggle
Her budget she must always juggle
The knight's armor stand in great halls
Not many commoners make it to balls
But there are always midnight slumbers
And knights riding chargers by the numbers