She glides, a stream in timeless flight,
A thousand shades of liquid light,
Of crystal gleam the eye abides,
In sweet charades of dream, she glides.
She sings, her voice a heaven sent
By starry skies of wonderment.
Of chance, of choice, the chorus rings
Spirits arise, rejoice! - she sings.
She stands, a stone amidst the fall
Of hope, once lost, now found for all.
Of promise flown from clinched-tight hands
By hearts uncrossed, alone she stands.
She cries, a mist of shadowed night.
A soft white glow in the moonlight.
A caprice kissed of wistful sighs
An endless flow, by tryst, she cries.
She mourns, a tear given to time.
An ancient scroll, a wordless rhyme.
Lost to a fear the soul adorns,
Fate takes its toll, adhere! - she mourns.
She hides, heart sore, a sealed treasure.
Welled in springs of empty pleasure.
Hope's to deplore, the ruse subsides
On new found wings, once more, she glides.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-21-2000).]