Lingering dreams wake the stillness of night,
A starry hue in the eve,
A sense of hope, of misty light,
A faith that all believe.
A happening, a woken sense,
A joy the world beholds,
A love, a kiss, unsaid, intense,
Before that moment folds.
And in his arms I gently sleep,
His soft hand on my hair,
And in our dreams is where we meet,
And he is with me there.