Dream Of Dreams Poem by Joyce Hemsley

There is a mountain, higher than a hill,
and all alone I will climb its high peak
in the snowfall of the February chill.
And when I arrive at the summit
up and beyond the rainbow's hue
I will enter the gold and silver gates
where swiftly I'll be searching for you.
When our eyes meet from a distance
infused with emotion we both will be
and the 'Song of Songs' will take over
sung so sweetly and tenderly:

'Arise oh my darling, come hither to me
Let me see your dear face, feel your embrace.
I have climbed a high mountain for thee,
two hearts together is how it should be.'