The
Knight
Look out upon the snowy field
What light does shine and glow
Tis my heart..I find it does so
yield
To the Knight, I've come to know.
There is no light lest his countenance
keeps
There in wanin'g moments of dawn
A vision in my dreamfilled sleep
"Come to me" spoken in a
melodious tone
As soft as his light does break.
Holding his hand, "Please, be
my own"
In naught but a whisper his hand I
take...
"Tis a Dream" I say, to
none that can hear "
A vision. A foolhardy thought by a
maid".
Yet with his touch, reality does near
And e'er within his arms I'd be laid...
The light does shine and warm the
field
With the presence of illusion or dream..
A time draws near to lower her shield
And take a chance...to sit by that
stream...
Copyright Dancers Inc.
1997
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