If I am the night
You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
If I am the plain old blue sky
You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
If I was a lyric
You were the music that caresses every line
If I am a face
You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.
But I am not the night
Yet you are still that beautiful dream
I am not the sky
Yet I know that you would bring color to my life
I am not a lyric
Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter
I am not a face
Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips.
You are but only a dream.
Feb 14, 2009
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