When We’re Dreaming

The moon circles the trees,
through the window the breeze.
Bless us when we’re sleeping,
bless us when we’re dreaming.
I remember you holding on,
the shape of your mouth,
the scented room.

It’s being kissed as I kiss you,
it’s being kissed that’s beautiful.
Bless us when we’re sleeping,
bless us when we’re dreaming.