Beautiful Dreamer

Under stars we sat there talking deep into the night A canopy of pinpricks twinkling luminous and bright Splayed out across a pitch black sky, the moonlight beaming down And lighting up two figures sitting cross-legged on the ground Your head rest on my shoulder One hand caressed my face The other locked around my arm I'd frozen in my place Unwilling to believe it This just couldn't be true That I would actually be somewhere Sitting next to you Experiencing a closeness, an orchestra composed Of caressing and of talking, with hints of vanilla and of rose