Dreams of beauty in golden skies, Where all could see with clearest eyes, A breeze of joy, Fountains of light, Her heavenly face shone so bright. Bearing red roses in each pretty hand, Shimmering love from her golden land, Her shining face,Wondrous things told, Wait my love i will come to hold. Recalling days of loving and joy In purest light you appear, From this light you shone upon me, love from a celestial sphere. No spoken words, Nought passed your lips, Emotions of joy, Such a gift, What gift is this,Offering hope, Meeting again, Brings me to cope. Your loss immense,As though dead inside, When your light shone, Death could not hide Your beautifull face, Filling me love, Free and at peace, Just as the dove. Copyright James Byrne