If I am the night You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more If I am the plain old blue sky You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset. If I was a lyric You were the music that caresses every line If I am a face You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance. But I am not the night Yet you are still that beautiful dream I am not the sky Yet I knew that you would bring color to my life I am not a lyric Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter I don't have that much of a face Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips. Yet again You are but only a dream.