| Hand in hand, I turn, see his face Where we'd walked... Not a trace Through forests enchanted And fields of wonder I bask in his eyes And try to remember... Beside a pond, Embracing the moment I wonder of reality; But only an instant For the beauty of his nature And word so soft... I gazed upon him, And in his eyes I was lost I awoke to find it A magical Dream But this was more, Much more, than it may ever seem |
| (c) December of 1992 |
| The Dream |