If I go back to that place, the place where we were
And walked through the field, turned stood and stared
If I listen to the wind, and if I feel a cool breeze
will I turn and find you waiting, reaching for me.
If I go back to that place and I sit in my car
I can turn on the music and just close my eyes
will your hand reach out, will it caress my hair?
Still I don’t see you, you’re not even there.
If I wait a bit longer will you arrive?
We can sit under the tree that we saw in the distance
we can lay down and look up at the sky
we can watch the stars getting brighter, and closer it seems
like two people closing in on making a dream.
I will wait on your presence so I can smell you again.
Would I risk everything just to feel that once more.
Maybe if I drive out there, you will reappear
but its highly unlikely that it was even real.
So Ill fall asleep under that beautiful tree in a moonlit sky
and rest all my thoughts as a passerby.
When I wake in the morning to the sun coming up
I realize I am alone and that dream was enough.