I seek her in the day,
dream of her at night.
Her face is yet unknown
still I see her in my mind.
A heart beats
without another to hear
A hand reaches in the darkness
waiting for that tender touch
Is she in another land
or just around the corner?
Still waiting, still wanting
and yet... she too waits for love
Somewhere we will meet
where, oh when will it be?
Who are you my dream
why do you wait to be here?
© Richard J. Beranek 03/2000
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