I clung to my pillow last night,

Praying a prayer and

Hoping against hope that

I’d dream a dream about you.

Well, my subconscious never

Falls short.

In my surreal cerebral,

I was gazing fish-eyed at you

The perfect acronym to your

Poster-boy serenity ex
pression.

I’d say you were the picture of

Silver-bearded wisdom, but you neither

Resemble Dumbledore nor

Look old, so…

We both talked about

The price of tea in China,

And all too soon

The waking world was

Calling, and I couldn’t

Find the button to put you

On hold.

Sort of. I have many friends I've never met, and this is an ode for them. :)