I picture youdressed all in whitea veil on your head and unspoiled as a freshly fallen snowdrift. My heart catches in my throat,As I gaze at your ethereal silhouettethrough the Vaseline glazeof tears in my eyes. Frozen in place and not daring to move.Afraid I might wakeand find everything has vanishedfrom this dream place. Dare I tempt my heart with these images?Stoke such longing and drink so deeply from the fountain o...