It Was You
By Scot Wing
Dreams are but a reflection of the soul
A picture of the innermost fires of our minds
A place that puts reality into our darkest secrets
And my dreams are of you.
In the stillness of the dark night
As I lay, alone, a corpse in time
The visions, the dancing lights, the angel of sleep
Arrives to carry me gently away
It is your face that I see before me
Eyes afire lips pursed into eternal whisper
Such sweet voice singing glorious song
It is your warm lips and gentle touch
That sends shivers to the very core of my soul
That speeds my heart and stills my breath
It is you that wakes me in the dark night
With shuddering gasp blended with deep sigh
Your name is upon my lips, to you my arms reach out
Then slowly, as sad and heavy eyes open
I look around at the quiet room
Salty dewdrops burn stains on my cheek
As alone I lie back down
to dream again.
