You come to see me in my dreams,

but it seems to be against your will,

because they're few and far between.

But in each one I love you still.

In my dreams you fade away;

you're a ghost out of my past.

Though I always hope you'll stay,

I know that it will never last.

You keep me safely at a distance,

I guess to keep your heart from pain.

I understand your strong resistance,

and my feelings are all in vain.

When I wake up from my dreams,

I feel so empty and alone.

Even when I'm awake it seems

my sins against you I can never atone.

Copyright ©2006 Rose Mary West Ekerholm AKA Plethora