Gloria!

I dream of many things
Of pretty summer dresses
Of bright sunshiny days
And gentle loving caresses

Like every young woman
I have girlish dreams
Of starlit walks and romance
But there’s more than may be seen.

I have visions of flying
Throughout the galaxies
With powerfully beating wings
Surely not mere fantasies?

But that isn’t all
Not enough my feathered wings
To open up my heart
And with the Angels sing.

Yes, to raise my voice on high
With the glittering angelic host
To sing Holy, holy, holy,
This I wish for most.

To feel that joy within
Pour out as I am winging
Across the starry skies
And with the Angels singing!