I saw you last night, again, in a dream.
We stood hand in hand by a forest stream
That meandered gently to pine and pond.
Rays of sunlight were sparkling in you hair,
Bright blue, like the sky, were your eyes so fair,
And you smiled that smile of which I was so fond.
Morning came and I found myself in bed,
I turned to face the clock and felt the dread
Of another ashen day without you.
Steam patterns on the mirror as I shave,
The sky slowly turning from night to dawn,
Across the street a neighbor starts his car.
A dream of seven years remains a dream,
A dream of seven hours lasts just one night.