In my dreams we meet, you and I
beneath a cloudless deep blue sky.
The meadow flowers here abound
and rich green grass lies all around.

This is a perfect, halcyon place
To greet you love – warmly embrace.
We linger here beneath the sun
our hearts and souls joining as one.

For hours we talk, our souls we bare
as everything we gladly share.
And we express our deep, true love –
but stormy clouds loom up above.

It’s getting dark, it’s hard to see,
I sense you drift away from me.
The air grows cold, what is my fate?
I awake now – sad and desolate.

By Jean M. Lewis©
Copyrights reserved Jean M. Lewis May 2000