I heard a plaintive message from my dreams, That they were lonely missing me, it seems. "Where have you been our friend, our one time friend." I felt a touch from one I knew as love, Who had at last been sent from God above To speak a new beginning from the end. I have a blessed vision from my muse, She directs me put away my blues - To paint the sun with dots of shining gold. I smell the sweet incense of romance burn And taste a wine so sweet I cannot turn. My troubled heart again to be made bold. A lover I have neither seen nor heard, My heart yet hangs on her every word.