My Dream

I see you like this, holding tight, G C Em C2dim A tiny field-mouse in the coldest light, You press it close to your scented skin, Where your hair bends gently in. In the snow-white sun, your breath drifts away, Clouds of warmth in the winter’s gray, Your words of comfort, soft and true, Whispering, "All is not cold, I’m here with you." The mist may linger in the plowed valley's rows, G C Em C2dim But your warmth is a light that always glows, Your essence released, in the still, calm air, A promise of peace, a presence so rare. In the snow-white sun, your breath drifts away, Clouds of warmth in the winter’s gray, Your words of comfort, soft and true, Whispering, "All is not cold, I’m here with you." It’s just a dream, a fleeting embrace, Where I am helpless, lost in your grace, Nestled close, in the warmth of your neck, Where love and comfort keep the cold in check. In the snow-white sun, your breath drifts away, Clouds of warmth in the winter’s gray, Your words of comfort, soft and true, Whispering, "All is not cold, I’m here with you." Though the world is harsh, and the nights are long, In your warmth, I find where I belong, It’s just a dream, but it feels so right, Nestled in your neck, through the coldest night.