Just Another Dream
Last night I dropped a dream
It turned into a moonbeam
I tried so hard to chase its hue
And then I looked, it became a dew
Too soft to hold and crystal pure
Fell on a flower, so demure
As the Night in silent serenade
Watched the tiny moonbeam slowly fade
Then with the light of coming Dawn
I woke, the dream, like mist had gone!
I tried to recall if the dream was mine
But the Day had turned it into sunshine.