On a cloud of dreams I went with my love,
In search of Paradise.
But naught saw my eyes through the mist of tears,
No pleasure could I entice.
So I strained against the bonds of the earth,
While we kissed through the misty cloud,
Only to be torn apart again,
And with sadness I was endowed.
Alone I cried beneath the moon,
That gazed so sorrowful,
And I soaked the soil of man with my tears,
Bewailing in voice pitiful.
But my lover strained not within his bonds,
And taught me of dreams so sweet.
Weaving a pattern of love in the clouds,
He set silver wings at my feet,
Then together we flew on a cloud of dreams,
To find that love of the minds,
Where to a dreamer all things are done,
And no mortal bonds can bind.

Margaret Wymer (aged 17)

I always dreamed that one day I
Would meet that someone true
But not until that last Goodbye
I realised it was you

And from that day I've ne'er looked back
I'll always love you dear
And endeavor to make you pack
The easier to bear

Your picture by me constantly
The letters that you write
All help to bring you nearer me
And make my future bright

The characteristics you have, my dear
Just thrill me through and through
And this one thing I'm certain of
You made my dream come true

Jack Wymer