A thousand white dasies possess the field...
Where summer's orchard blooms...
Far away are wintery days....
Where thorns of hate grow wild...
My prince is here to greet me..
He lifts my face to his
And places a rosebud in my hair.
My scarf embroidered in immortal flowers...
Filled with blackberries ..plucked with caring hands..
His words of love..fill my ear......
Earth is heaven- bred ..on the ground we stand...
Suddenly like a thief..from behind each tree....
Morning is upon us..and dreaming is fading....
From his side..my prince un-sheaths his sword...
Gallent and brave is he..in his passion to defend..
He calls my name..
I answer..even though I die....
Night-clad dreams hurriedly leaving.....
As morning breaks through the golden sky.....
My prince still calling my name....
From the other side
Carter 1/30/97
It always brings to mind,
The thoughts and hopes we shared
And our many happy times,
And the quite moments, too,
I think of all the many things
So unique to me and you
And through the many miles
Make it seem we are far apart
It's the memories like these
That keep you in my heart.
