Where is She, I Wonder?
Sleeping softly ... there's that chance
...
'neath tired eyes in weary
trance
Most warmly nestled in her bed
with pillow soft beneath her
head
Angelic face at rest, serene
the sweetest smile as she
dreams
No one to disturb her slumber
nor Earthly burdens to encumber
Does she perchance have dreams of
me
in that sacred private reverie?
I wonder as I touch her hand
where is she in that shadowed
land?
