I see them lying there a single blanket to stay the cold night air, neath moon bathed trees, peacefully sleeping each, the other's arms safely keeping. The pooka hole by their head, Faeirie blessed earth for their bed lost in lovers' dream myself and my beloved Queen. Now they stroll hand in hand lost in some lovers' land. The universe for them goes no farther than her or him. A time for work, a time for play and this is a time to array in love's luminescence, each absorbed by the other's quintessence. I see them here, I see them there ever enthralled by all they share work and play each night and day bonded body and soul, dedicated to the other's goal. Yes, beloved Dragon Dancer visions of our times together seem to answer when I let my thoughts wander and at times appears that death has put asunder all the hopes and all the dreams, but yet little is as it seems. True I miss the physical things we used to share, yet I can always feel that you are still there. When I open my mind and close my eyes and feel your embrace, I realize that you and I shall never be separate even though our realms are now disparate. On this second anniversary of your going my love for thee is ever growing. To live my life to it fullest, I pledge to thee my love, by Mother Earth below, and by Sacred Moon above. Good-night Dragon Dancer, my Queen you are still, and will forever be my dream.