Where are the dreams
That use to be
In the dead of night
They’d come to me
I’d dream of you
Most of all
I’d hear your voice
As you softly call
Your rich brown eyes
Would look at me
In their reflection
Love is what I'd see
The smile that you wore
When I saw you there
Please tell me
How could I not care
But now it seems
That all my dreams
Have deserted me
If you know what I mean
Gone are the dreams
Where I would see your face
Loneliness and emptiness
Have taken their place
Where are the dreams
That use to be
They’re gone with the night
Just like you and me
© 11-4-10/RJH
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