Sometimes I lay in bed a night,

long past twilight, close to midnight and I’ll

close my eyes and dream of you so sweet,

but far from true.

I’ll dream of dreams of you and me

walking along the streams.

Me running to you on

cold winter days. Hugging you tightly and

closely, so dearly.

Clearly I see you smiling at me and then…

Suddenly… you disappear. Just like then.

So all I have left is the Memoirs of

that midnight dream.