Dream Weaver's Smile

In silent chambers, where my mind takes flight I met a vision bathed in silver light A gentle whisper, a face I knew so well A secret story that my dreams would tell Night after night, she’d grace my sleeping eyes A phantom beauty from ethereal skies But dawn would break, and like a mist she’d fade Leaving an echo, a memory unmade Then on a crowded street, beneath the sun's bright gleam A moment…