Where Is She, I Wonder?

R. Carpenter


Sleeping softly ... there's that chance ...
'neath tired eyes in weary trance

Most warmly nestled in her bed
with pillow soft beneath her head

Angelic face at rest, serene
the sweetest smile as she dreams

No one to disturb her slumber
nor Earthly trouble to encumber

Does she perchance have dreams of me
in that sacred private reverie?

I wonder as I touch her hand
where is she in that shadowed land?

İR. Carpenter