Enchanted dreams fill my mind
And I catch glimpses of you
Catching light to your being.
At times you seem to shine;
Radiant in your physique.
The colors dance and dive~
A swan on a lake!
And beauty I behold
As the vision unfolds.
Hazy and mystic ~ not quite true.
Leaving me in awe.
Swirled patterns and colors.
Representing what?
I do not know.
Only now I clearly see.
It is a representation of you and me.
Things that are. . .
Things that were. . .
And those which shall be.
Dreama Hildebrand
May 15,
1998
