In Midnight Dreams
by Margaret Marr

The moon hangs low
on a cloudy night
crushing my fragile heart

Happiness co-mingles
with a touch of sadness
leaving me confused

Lost yesterdays are gone
and tomorrow may never be
only the present remains

But you're not here
and I'm not there
where is our common time?

Would it be in midnight dreams
along the sacred shores
of our timeless love?