Late at night
when my work is done
And I lay my books aside,
my thoughts begin to wander
through dark trees
and hills outside.

They fly across a river,
and a sleeping city too,
and wind up a familiar road
to rest at last with you…..

While you lay asleep
in your darkened room
and think that I’m away,
my thoughts creep
In there with you
to watch you where you lay…

And in my thoughts
I am there too,
so before they take
their flight,
I tiptoe to your bed
sweetheart
and there kiss you
goodnight.

But late thoughts soon
grow weary,
my eyelids close, and then
such dear thoughts turn
To pleasant dreams,
and there we meet again.

I wish my dreams could
enter yours;
then you could see me there,
reaching for your gentle hand
to kiss your lips so fair….
If I
ever had to travel
to places far away,
my thoughts would cross
an oceanand with you
they would stay.

And if I had to leave this life
there’d be no need to cry.
For if you thought
and dreamed of me,
I’d always be alive….

In a hundred years
we’ll both be gone
from this world of love
and pain,
but somewhere
in another realm
we’ll meet and love again….

For in the land of thoughts
and dreams
true lovers never die….
They live on and on forever
In castles in the sky…

Late thoughts oft turn
to fancy, dear,
but this I know is true:
My fancies are of just one love
and that, my love,

is you….

Nice...

**sighs** very nice