In a Dream

In a dream from a hill on a long, high plain

as comets fell and fields of grain

bowed to the sun as night swiftly came,

I heard angels from heaven singing your name.

And as they danced and sang and the comets rained,

my soul was troubled and my heart was pained,

for you were now gone and my cheeks were stained

with tears at that sound, the song of your name.

Then the beautiful angels took pity and deigned

to no longer dance and sing your name

while the comets' trails fanned out o'er the grain

in that dream from the hill on the long, high plain.

But I begged them not stop and to start again

their dancing and to sing that song of your name,

for I loved you still and called out o'er the plain

with the icy comets and bowing grain.

So, at my behest, they commenced to sing

that sweet, sweet sound, the song of your name,

and they danced again as the comets rained

in my dream from the hill on the long, high plain.