As shadows dance in ghostly grace
In soft caress of night's embrace
pirouetting to echoes in the night
from my pen I start to write

Sprinkling words of love it seems
all a part of my nightly dreams
I write you words that waltz on air
Whispered with such tender care

Taking memories off the shelf
Here by my lonesome self
I sigh and at times cry
outside the door of days gone by

Reflections on yesterdays we planned
Those days of walking hand in hand
Reaching for moonbeams in the air
Whispering words of love to share

In the last moments before the dawn
I hold you close before you're gone
For a moment it did seem
this was real, not just a dream