You are made of sand and
Sand and stone swept up
by a desert wind and sculpted by some poet God and brought to
me by angels. Angels that
heard a child's prayers and felt the dreams in the little girl's heart and
gifted that woman with the thing her soul most longed for and that was you
- my beautiful dancer.
If I could open my body
up and give you my strengh - my very heart to make you well - I surely would
because you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
In my dreams we fly across
this earth and when I look down your feet do not touch the ground - we fly
and there is no more pain.
We have flown like this
for a thousand years and will fly for a thousand more because we belong to
You and I of sand and