Dreaming
The stars were brightly gleaming,
The moon was nearly full,
As I lay lightly dreaming,
I felt an eerie pull.

I lifted off the bed and flew,
Out of the window wide,
I drifted on and then I knew,

My joy I couldn't hide.
As by my side, sweet as a dove,
O''er mountain, vale, and sea,
I could see my Dearest Love

Had come to fly with me.
We wandered here, we wandered there,
So far that it would seem
It was a pity I could not share

With you this magic dream.
Because of this as I awoke,
I reached out for a pen,
Out of the night a dear voice spoke,

"When do we fly again?"
My Own True Love
The birds above were full of song,
the woodland perfumes sweet,

As I made my way along
And up the hillside steep.
It was to see my own true love
That I had traveled far;

To hear her call, 'neath leaves above,
The sound I love to hear.
To hear the whispers sweet and low,
The sparkle in her eyes,

The leaves that rested on her brow,
The bed she always lies.
'Tis very true my Dearest Wish
Is by her side to sleep,

And all the day to catch the fish
That play in her waters deep.
It!
It rose out of the morning mist,

Forbidding as could be
Until its head the dawn did kiss.
Oh! What a sight to see.
Its top was white, as if alight,

The brightest I had seen,
Its feet were blue, a gorgeous hue
It's sides a beauteous green.
High above, it towered o'er,

The people down below,
But peace it brought, fear naught,
As local well did know.
As when they wend, around the bend,

The last one before home,
There it stands, their Dearest Friend,
The mountain, all alone.