The softness in the snowfall
The silver shining stars
The moonlight off the hoods of passing cars
Remind me of you most of all
I fear I've passed into a dream
Strayed somehow from thought and time
But here, there is no time
And everything is whatever we want it to be
Two shadows chasing each other in a night sky park
Slow-motion fireflies
Holding their reflections in your eyes
And laughing sweet to riddles in the dark
A dream it may be
And the morning sun will wash all but memory away
For now I cling to this dream before it strays
And doing so, I hold you close to me
