Woods In Moonlight

Sometimes your words at midnight stream through my memory

But your face is growing dimmer: I don't know how it can be

That you're gone from my life, yet you still haunt my dreams

And daybreak finds me wondering just what it all could mean

Walking through the woods in moonlight, there are no words left to say

I stumble blindly through the shadow as the long years slip away

And only now I realize that it's too late to count the cost

And I can only write those words to make my peace with those I've lost

So many nights lost, lamenting all the days

Opportunity knocked, but that same night it ran away