Mary Ann of the morning with your bright hair flowing in the wind If I stand still, long enough I can see your eyes moving and your fingers dancing It's, as if you never left.... this maze of sorrow we all call our world,
Is that your voice I hear? filled with the joys of youth and the innocence of goodness I miss your smile and I am reversing time in a perpetually slow motion manner denying and not obeying the circumstances of fate
Once again I witness, the sunlight bathing the features of your ever-beautiful face How I wish for these sacred moments to last forever so we can share both conversation and coffee in the early hours of a delightful dawn with the knowledge that there is safety in hope a life fulfilled with unconditional love that grows wildly like the courageous flowers of the forest and the mountain tops glazed with the whiteness of snow, dear Mary Ann of the morning....