Nothing more than a dream

I have these dreams about a woman -- she is not any one I know. I never really have the chance to see her face clearly. We talk in the dreams, and walk, but we never touch.
Their is a tension between us in the dreams reflective of many things I think.
I guess this might be a subconscious version of who I think is the perfect woman at least for me.
She is about 5'9"
She wears glasses -- but doesn't always wear them.
Her eyes are green with a dusty blue halo.
She has long brown hair -- long past her shoulders with gentle waves that catch the sun.
She moves like a gentle breeze across a field of tall grass.
She is never disruptive in her approach and always welcome when she is near and her departure is a cascade of loss flooding in ones soul.
Her laugh is light, floating in the air around you and you can not help but smile.
Her smile is bright and you feel warm when she glance toward you.
She smells of summer warm and new
In the dreams we never touch but we walk along garden paths amid the ivy and roses. Her beauty all the more bright against the natural back ground.
Her voice is like a song you long to hear.
She is wise and her advice is still with me when I wake.
She sits in splendor staring out past the stars in night sky,
ne'er do I dare to wake
Sadly the morning comes and I must leave to face the sunlight of the coming day. She is I know nothing more than a dream.