You Are There

In the evening

When the kettle's on for tea

An old familiar feeling settles over me

And it's your face I see

And I believe that you are there

In a garden

When I stop to touch a rose

And feel the petal soft and sweet against my nose

I smile and I suppose

That somehow, maybe, you are there

When I'm dreaming

And I find myself awake without a warning

And I rub my eyes and fantasise

And all at once I realise

It's morning

And my fantasy is fading

Like a distant star at dawn

My dearest dream is gone

I sometimes think there's just one thing to do

Pretend the dream was true

And tell myself that you are there