Teardrops On My Pillow

There’s a moisture that lays right by my face, as I try to sleep each night;

It’s the teardrops on my pillow, from darkness to dawn’s first light!

They come from deep within my heart, that is broken clear in two;

Sent there by my sobbing soul, so lonely without you!

But as slumber finally claims me, my sorrow disappears;

For in dreams we are together, and laughter replaces tears!

We hold, we kiss, we love again, in soulmate’s ecstasy;

But all too soon the vision ends, and you’re no longer here with me!

I reach for where you just have been, but grasp only empty air;

Awake, I realize it was but a dream, more sorrow than I can bear!

The teardrops rebegin their incessant fall, as my heart and soul both weep;

I pray that soon we’ll hold again, and that quickly, I’ll fall back into sleep!