My Dream of You
The silent leaves of summer
Burst into a deafening whisper
As in my dreams I see your face
Through a broken stained glass window
Framed in the boughs of an old oak tree
I see your eyes like molten gold
Shining lovingly, like the eyes of an angel
As my dream slowly fades into blackness
Was it you I saw, were you real?
I wonder did I really know you.
Flickering once more you enter my dreams
The tree, your face, swaying in my direction
Before you vanish like the mist on a tranquil sea