I saw the image of you...

There you were down by the old oak tree
slumbering beneath the stars
you might as well have been across the ocean
in a far away land...
for the ghost that was once you
I could not reach
haunting me you eventually faded away,
and, I was left only with the glimmer
of hope ...
that the twinkle in your blue eyes would somehow smile
your old familiar smile...
that you would eventually return to me --
Alas, when I finally woke...
I was a lonely sailor lost at sea
holding a black n' white photograph of you n' me...
you were swinging across the old oak tree
You were five, and I was three...
then your image
suddenly faded away from me
I am a lost sailor out at sea.