By Christine J. Schettig cj@spyral.net Date: 23 June 1998
With the lightest of taps on my window my world seemed suddenly new With a gentle hand and a sweet drawl I was led to my field of dreams With a dance under a moonlit night the scent of roses surrounded me With gentle words I was left breathless and speechless With just a dream I was touched by an angel for in that dream the angel was you