As I lay here listening, I wonder is she sleeping?
I move across the room, to find her softly weeping.
I move her hair aside, my question answered true.
She sleeps here in the shadows, What dream could make her blue?
She wakes to find me staring, I ask if she’s alright.
She starts her slumbered story, that found her in the night.
She speaks of dance and playing, this is no tale of sorrow.
It is a tale of future, what is to come tomorrow.
Now here she is all happy, her tears were those of glee.
No longer need she fear, her heart has been set free.
The dream was one she’s chosen, to carry out today.
I’ll walk a path beside her, and give this bride away.
Michael (Bæst) Salzbrenner