The Scene

Another night I lie awake staring out the window
Watching the cars pass by on the highway and the lights that fill the sky.
I look over to see you sleeping cuddled with your pillow, snug -
Dreaming your heavenly fantasies then softly you whisper my name.

The sky is an amazing sight at midnight, serene and cool.
Stars burning for recognition and the lonely, shadowy moon.
Too bad you're not awake to see it.  It's a dream even you can't conceive.
A beautiful canvas of darkness.  I like to call it 'the scene'.

If only your dreams were my reality-
I'd be content with 10:30 and never need 'the scene'.
We'd both be peacefully sleeping, wanting only the breeze.
The nights wouldn't be so lonesome and together we'd dream your dreams.