As morning Dawns, the gold does rise
And give a new meaning to her waking eyes;
As emerald as the verdant glades
Shimmering as mithril hammer blades.
There upon the shores and sands
Visions of touching hearts and hands
Play upon one's illuminated space,
And in those eyes....she see's his face.
Loves long lost, and then do reappear
To claim the heart...and again to hear
That song that sings, upon the breezes warm
As when they danced, upon the storm.....
Dance a Dance of time and tide
Of endless beauty.."Come let's Decide"
To take the step, the "Waltz" it deems,
An endless cotillion of star-tossed dreams