By hollymccormick
Date: 2002 Mar 04
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Lost in Netherland

Asleep under the willow tree
His breath caresses her cheek
And ruffles her hair.
The leaves rustle and blow
Protecting her from the cold
As they blanket themselves
Over her.
He cocks his head, listening,
The sweet song of the robin
Penetrates her dreams and she stirs
Still lost in netherland she does not awake
And she does not know
That he was there.
He is always there,
Protecting her, watching her.
She sleeps on
And dreams
Of him.