As the star-lit sky
climbs across his eyes,
And the silver moon
shoots down the skies,
The lady walks
along the streams;
He watches and gazes
imagining a dream.
She reaches out
and grabs a star,
And with a kiss
places it in his heart.
He takes her hand
and walks by her side-
A tie through love
never to subside.
She calls out his name,
he wakes from his dream;
Then he looks to his side,
and finds her asleep.
Amanda M. Morgan