Feathered mist does gather at my waiting
Melodies, now dance about my brain
Found of times the hours are negating
Dreaming of your beauty once again

Feel your touch, my skin it does remember
Softer still, the moonlight in your eyes
Days before, in shadows of December
Breathing comes as lonely filtered sighs

In my dreams, I see we are together
Running free, the wind upon your hair
Soaring high like two birds of a feather
Heavenly, I pray I find you there

Standing here, my eyes they search the meadow
Of the snow now flowing in the view
Silhouettes, my heart it tends to follow
Here I cry, it seems I always do