There's a fleeting face that haunts my dreams,
In some distant future yet unseen.
I just wonder who it can be
In this dream that is taunting me.
Peaceful dream beyond my reach.
What kind of lesson are you trying to teach?
You cloak yourself in this mystery.
Some voices I hear, but no faces I see.
Secretly waiting for the evening to end.
For that's when the dream will once more begin.
This elusive barrier in my dream is intriguing.
As I wait in anticipation for what it may be bringing.
And again I'm left with a fading silhouette.
Without a name and whose face I can't see yet.
As the shadows dance in the pale blue moon,
This dream, one more time, ended much too soon.