Mary Mistress of Dreams Mary mistress of dreams Claimed a fame of wild extremes She bled the rose And chased the wind Told him she'd come round again And when the last turn she encountered He left without a trace He left without her face mary died a bit that spring Gave the ocean back his ring Her sorrow crashed upon the shore A million more a million more Tears like water to the desert Came and went Time to history spent Holding veiling vagueness trace Left their trails upon her face She spins around in fallen ardor Her twister circumvents and wanders Crossing paths with men of heart She'll break apart Break apart And scrambled pieces in the chaos Come to fall upon a stone She'll rise again Mary queen of rocks She'll leave without a trace She'll take away his face Mary mistress of dreams Has been heard among the screams Of moments weak with memory Hides in dark so none can see All the anguish she's encountered Made her petals ice Winds of price Dream a dream of strength differed Challenges occured And on she rides forever willing A trace of traces Face to faces Mary mistress of her dream J. Vance