I stood upon a memory,
so sad for passing thoughts.
In my dream another stood,
her words, my tears had wrought.
I listened to her softening voice,
as she faded from my view.
With her faded hope and love,
as I wished her soul adieu.
She called to me from distant hills,
a vanishing silhouette.
Though I remember not her name,
her face I’ll not forget.
I stood upon a memory,
so grateful for the night.
But with the waking morning,
the vision faded from my sight.
