Glimpses of her came to him, On the wisps of a dream one night, He could see so many things about her, But her face was hidden from sight. Her hair was long and flowing, And in the dream it covered her face, But her energy he could never forget, Because it was filled with light and grace. And the feelings of peace and acceptance, Which he felt so strongly right there, Swirled around him like soothing waves, As did the tendrils of her hair. He woke to the ribbons of moonlight, With a smile upon his lips, Because before she left him in his dream, She had given him an enchanting kiss. Janine Palmer (Silver Moon)