Under the same moon I sleep,

The same stars shining over head.

The warm blankets caressing

Like fingers could.

A cruel trick, perhaps,

But dreams are fickle things,

Always playing tricks on the

love-worn mind.

I wake up, hoping...

But no one's there--it's just me

Alone, with only my dreams and

Thoughts to comfort me.

But one day...

The dreams will become a reality,

And we'll be under the same moon...

Watching the same stars...