When the night comes, I see her in dream


    slowly strolling down a path to a nearby river


    as her friends all play happily by the stream


    I feel the joy only her sweet smile can deliver.


    Every evening was the same, as I took her hand


    walking a trail bathed in soothing moonlight


    If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.and while I was mindful this was a dreamland


    each night those moments always felt so right.


    I have not laid real eyes on her in many a year


    depending only on frail memory to remember


    and as I lay thy head down, I have a deep fear


    this is the night memory fails, and I forget her.


    I''ll keep trying to remember for as long as I can


    a brutal endeavour, considering its short lifespan.