My white love went riding
On a horse that bore her away,
But I still remember her parting words,
“I’ll be back for you someday.”

And in my dreams I wonder
Whither she might be?
I picture her gliding by,
Hair waving windily.

Upon streets of turquoise,
The clip-clop hooves have tread,
Pausing only once here and there
For migrating soda bread.

Behind her a glimmering moon
Spews butterflies into the air,
And all of them weep to praise
My mistress that graced them there.

And in my dreams I know
She loves me with all her mind,
For when she but utters my name
A smile’s all my mind’s eye can find.

Across the sparkling waves she flies
To drink at rowdy sand bars;
And when she inebriatedly brawls, she
Proves to my leaping heart women are from Mars.

Amid the clouds of snow banks
She dusts off her reining hands.
She’s coming back to me
From beyond those dull foreign strands.

And from my dreams I wake up
To a bitter reality;
I like my dreams much better,
For there she returned and kissed me.