Never , my love, Always be. Do not cease.
Stay your soul, and allow it not to flee.
Since we were children, and danced in fields of dreams
You were only twelve, and I was but fourteen.
We picked flowers together, and spoke of our eternal love,
Yes we on those endless days of summer dared to dream.
Even now after all these years, my mind still wanders
Off to those sweet games you would play.
With freshly, picked flowers braided in your hair,
You would dance the dance of fairies
On a magical hill, all without care.
Yeah though, Look now, and see the way we came.
Ponder with affection the years since that sweet summer day.
And answer your soul, hesitate not, nor delay.
For the days of our youth have long passed away
Will our love continue to grow past the realm of eternity?
If you are weary of heart, take it not to shame, for I
My dear have the truth in hand. Our love will always be.
For another field I have seen that lay upon that which is unseen.
Now slowly but with cruel certainty, the curtain of time lowers upon our play,
Yet I still see us as children in our field of dreams.
The same field in which you danced with fairies.
And my love became yours forever that day.
I thank the Lord for allowing me to know and to love you.
And if it were possible, to you this I would give….what years
That I may have left, I without fear would give them all to you.
For I know that we will meet again, and dance in our field of dreams.
Dance with the fairies, and all unseen.
With all my love, I would give this gift to you.
Remember me, my love. Remember our field of dreams,
Remember me now....
J. Allen Wilson 2002/2003