A Lullaby

I dream tonight, of you in my arms.
The sweetest song plays
and for a moment, I know what it is.
This is not a memory,
nor the future.
It is a moment suspended in time,
meant to make me know how it feels
to be loved.

I dream again, of you in my arms.
Again the song plays,
the perfect melody for this perfect moment.
But it is not reality,
as I wish it to be.
It is only a moment suspended in time,
meant to make me realize how it feels
to be loved.

I dream once more, of you in my arms.
The notes of a beautiful lullaby drift in and out
of this perfection suspended in time.
When I wake this will be gone,
and I will be left with nothing.
No lullaby to sing me away,
no perfection to dream of.
I will have forgotten how it feels
to be loved.