HEART OF GOLD
Along the edge of white sand shores
The translucent blue-green sea
Warmed by the sun
Wash over my feet
The deep rumble of the ocean
The sunset turning from silver to gold
An ever changing array of scenic beauty
That has a seductive charm all its own
Reminding me of My Knight
With his hazel eyes
And his soft touch
And the warm sound of his voice
Riding across green pastures
Through wooded hills
Across tumbling streams
In his suit of silver
As he goes on his quest
For liberty and justice
All because of his heart of gold.
Witch!
1st. June 1998
ONLY DREAMS
As the years roll by
The view outside the window
Will still be the same
The soft grass covered hill
Will still rise in a gentle incline
To meet the horizon
A place of mystery and legend it will remain
I will still hear the sound of voices
Coming across the sunlit meadows
The warm laughter of My Knight
The echo of a dream that turned into a memory
Dreams of walking hand in hand through country lanes
Scuffing our feet in deep golden brown leaves of autumn
Plodding through snow drifts up hill
Dreams of simple pleasures
That have turned into memories...
Witch!
2nd. June 1998
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