Hearing Voices

I thought I heard your voice last night A sweet familiar sound No other human in my sight Not a single soul around Up to the window moseyed I Towards where the voice was heard I called out loud while drawing nigh, "Is that you, my Bluebird?" Just then a slumbering breeze awoke And rustled through the bough So quietly to me it spoke More zephyr-like than sough, "Yes, it's her, she sitting there Way up on that moonbeam She's calling you, go to her now For this is not a dream" Then so I did and up I went To meet you in the sky And time stood still the while we spent T'was only you and I When morning came I realized A dream indeed this was But something caused me to sit up Olfactory sense abuzz The scent of Baccarat filled the room And then and there I knew, Plus a vase of fragrant lilacs, These could've only come from you Just then I heard your voice again This time from far away, "I've loved you for a thousand years And I'll wait for someday"