#WritcoPoemPrompt120

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
A handsome man known only by me,
He comes to me at night as I sleep in my dreams.
A pictures in my mind, a spirit in my hearts desire,
One day I will meet this king, I don't imagine he won't be...