I created this poem and drawing for my youngest daughter
on her twelfth birthday many years ago.
Our dream then was that man would finally learn that hatred, bigotry and war
are not the answer. That is still my dream today--David Davis
On a sacred night by the crystal sea,
A lone bird warbled in a jasmine tree,
And the song he sang in the perfumed air,
Told of mystic lands and a princess fair.
She never stirred in the golden day,
Until nightfall brought all the stars to stay,
Then she sang of love and she sang of life,
Of the time of peace that would vanquish strife.
In her marbled halls the moonbeams glowed,
Round her lotus ponds and her lawns, new mowed,
In tender voice under purple sky,
The songbird sang out with his sweet reply.
The princess smiled and bowed down her head,
On a silken pillow and satin bed,
And dreamed of peace and a brand new day,
When all our tears will be washed away.
On a sacred night by the crystal sea,
A lone bird warbled in a jasmine tree...
Written for Christen by dad...
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