I know I'll get to see her dance
one night in her garden
The jewels in her hair
will be the stars
Her hands reaching out to me
drawing me nearer to her
The brightness in her eyes
will be the moonlight
Moving like a weeping willow
so gracefully in the breeze
The floor we dance upon
will be the heavens
Then, as she leads me away
the melody has changed
And the dew upon her lips
will be my kisses
09/24/01
