Lady ...

Sometimes in the morning
before the break of day
You whisper in my dreams...
At times the whisper is a song---
at times a memory of sadness
swiftly gone---

You whisper in my dreams...

Sometimes in the morning
while the mist lays on the hills
You dance the wild dance...
At times You dance alone and free---
at times Your siren music reaches
out to me---
You dance the wild dance...

Sometimes in the morning
while the day blooms with the sun
You live behind my eyes...
At times You bring exalted grace---
at times an unexpected vision of your face---
You live behind my eyes!
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Blessed Be!

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By Galen Gillotte