SUSAN OF MY DREAMS

                                2-22-97

        When I stand upon my Hill,
        Here on my Island,
        And look across the blue Hudson
        At the New Jersey Palisades,
        I am mindfull that
        Beyond that River,
        Beyond those Cliffs,
        My Missouri Angel walks.
        She walks in loveliness and in sweetness,
        So that my heart becomes heavy
        For lack of her.
        Thoughts of her
        Fill my mind and heart.
        I see her against the backdrop
        Of my Island's majestic Skylines;
        Reflected back to me
        From Lakes and Ponds
        That grace my Parks.
        The memory of her
        Snuggled against me
        In theaters and restaurants
        Gives me much pleasure.
        Her caresses are a delight to me.
        Her kisses a memory of sweetness
        To kiss my mind and heart.
        Her smiles;
        Her laughter,
        The shared moments of our
        Loving mirth and silliness
        Still ring in my ears,
        Making ME smile within.
        How can I give her praise and thanks enough
        For making our all too brief momemnts
        Paradise long remembered?
        Susan is the stuff of which
        My dreams are made.