I rose to the sun, mountain side, under the tree of life as I lay in the blues and greens of the whistling prairie grass.  thy lady beside me nestling gently on the dent of my right shoulder.  

The sun shines through the spaces between the leaves as it halo's her head in her beauty sleep.  Her hair shines brightly as her locks cushion her resting head as she opens her eyes to mine.

'twas only a dream.