Dreaming
The stars were brightly
gleaming,
The moon was nearly full,
As I lay lightly dreaming,
I felt
an eerie pull.
I lifted off the bed and
flew,
Out of the window wide,
I drifted on and then I knew,
My
joy I couldn't hide.
As by my side, sweet as
a dove,
O'er mountain, vale, and sea,
I could see my dearest love
Had
come to fly with me.
We wandered here, we wandered
there,
So far that it would seem
It was a pity I could not share
With
you this magic dream.
Because of this as I awoke,
I
reached out for a pen,
Out of the night a dear voice spoke,
"When
do we fly again?"