In June, amid the golden fields,
dreams are more solid than reality;
I am happy, quite true,
Wrapped in teh arms of the one I love.
My mind, however,
drifts back and forth...to and fro;
back to things I used to know...
Golden hair and sapphire eyes,
and three friends, guiliess in repose.
One remains there before me,
as the vision fades away;
but the other is gone, unwilling...
to be artless once again.
In my mind though, I smile because-
whether she knows it or not-
all losses are restored-
and all sorrow ended.