Was she waiting for his ship to dock…
      Or for his familiar smile?
      Would he remember her,
      It seemed they'd been apart for a while.

      Would he know how much she'd thought of him?
      How much she really cared?
      Had it been months or days or weeks
      That found her sitting there?
      Her eyes were fixed upon a dream
      Her heart had dared embrace…
      Would it find her here…this fateful day
      If she but kept her place.

      Or would the dream have found her
      Much easier than this…
      If she had rushed to meet it…
      And not waited in the mist.

      Suddenly, I saw into her heart…
      one I did recognize..
      For the Lady I was watching was
      Not sitting before my eyes.

      Instead she was deep inside my heart…
      And she knew my every thought.
      The dreams that she was dreaming
      Were the dreams that I had sought.

      Had I bought this dress and made my plans
      To only sit and wait?
      Or was I going to go after them
      Before it was too late?

      Was I just to sit there
      in my lovely dress of white…
      Dreaming dreams that won't come true
      For I've let them slip from site?

      My pen fell from my hand,
      My heart began to pound….
      For when I saw this Lady there…
      My lost dreams I had found.

      Get up…and run to meet the ship
      A cargo is waiting there.
      If I wait for it to search me out,
      my dreams may disappear.

      My heart leaped and spirits soared
      As she gathered up her slips
      Her heart was free, her laughter clear…
      A smile upon her lips.

      She finally understood the path
      to her dreams she held so dear.
      I rushed with her to greet the ship
      To grasp and draw them near.

      This story brings me hope
      as I sit today and write
      The story of that fateful day
      I saw the lady dressed in white.

      "There is a love so great the pain of it embraces the ecstasy...
      and makes a heart long not to love."
      ~ Misty ~

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