The Story We’ve Imagined

Can we find all the constellations and make new ones in our minds, before our tired eyes begin to close and dreams carry us away ‘til morning?

And when I wake up from this dream and find you never were here, will you promise to come someday, so I know our love is true?

Those angel wings remind me of the light that shines in your eyes in the yesterday of tomorrow; can you glance at me once more so I can feel its radiant warmth?

And when I fall and finally awake in darkness, and shiver back to sleep, can you put your strength around me, and give me calm and peace?

And when daytime comes again and I toil and forget you, will you show your face in a cloudy sky and remind me to find the end of another day?

And as years go by, if we still be apart, I ask one more thing for my lonely heart: Never disregard the story we’ve imagined, for it may be the only story we were meant to tell.