And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in
blue...
Gently weeping nights.
It was long, long ago
And I still can't touch your name.

For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me.

In my madness
I see your face in mine.
I keep a photograph,
It burns my wall with time.
Time,
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.