Grasping smoke to store in a jar
to make dissolving wisps of hope last
With the dawn\'s final fading star
the sun\'s birth, darker shadows cast
A lost child, so long departed
the small hands clinging in embrace
to feel the joy they once imparted
to see again their beaming face
Reality\'s North wind\'s, shivering chill
to feel warmth again, from clinkers cold
to reignite embers, quenched and still
the heat of old love to once more hold
Only in dreams, you undo the present
by softly drifting into the past
the scent of sweet slumber, oh.. so pleasant
a shame, such comforting visions don\'t last