She sits and dreams,
A thousand miles away,
Of an unseen love,
She desires, being with someday.

Her heart, burden,
With loving, lyric songs,
She wish to sing someday,
Upon a mutual meeting, of love in May.

She wonders, if he will love her,
As the flowers, love the dew,
Or if stay, they will,
Together, like doves, in the hills.

As he soars, in his dreams,
Restlessly,
Comsumed, with illusions,
Of a love, never seen.

Only their words, do they have,
Of this love,
Sensuously created, in their dreams,
Yet, they know, each other's wanting souls.

Now, the stage, has been set,
The roles, need to be played,
He, like a knight, will carry her away,
Riding, with her, into the sunset,
That very day.


By: William Bonilla.....9/20/02