Sitting in a dim lit room
Only shadow of my own gloom
A gentle breeze blow in from the moon
Comes memories of that sweet perfume

Is she back, I wonder
Or my illusion is getting bolder
It seems so real
I don’t know what to feel

Want to ask has she thought of me
Close my eyes and try to see
The smile on her face bright as a beam
The night gone by, just another dream

They come and go in their own ways
Can never catch them, I’m sad to say
Though she’s carved in my mind
A beautiful soul, lovely and kind

Here I am, sitting in a dim lit night
Trying to find the memory that can blind my sight....