If dreams were a metaphor for love
His sorrowful soul will live in my mind
His spirit will drift like a beautiful dove
Then depart and leave nothing behind

If he that walks through the cold night air
Can feel the quiet love his body has lost
No sound nor wind can change the hair
That now lingers with a little bit of frost

If I were to join the man on this sweet night
All his grace and his love unified within me
I will take his hand with no shame or fright
To truly capture what the eye cannot see