• I lie and watch the shadows,
    Between the moonlight dance,
    And hear the wind amongst the leaves sing softly,
    Then coax them from their sleepless trance.

    They paint a picture, so beautiful, so clear.
    Yet, as soon as you grasp it's beauty.
    The pictures disappear.

    Through the night the moonlight flows,
    Like everlasting streams.
    But in the morning you awake to find
    That they were all just dreams.