Mountains of snowy greystone,
frost covered treetops;
ice chilled air,
reminds us that tomorrow is never here;
And my dear;
is the same as ever,
sitting in the rose covered meadows;
is you and I in the sun-lit shadows,
talking well into the night;
Our silhouettes eliminated by
the moon's light,
you ask if there is a day
where I miss you;
I smile slightly saying I do,
looking up at our star;
I know we would never be far;
Where we live in a world,
when today never ends;
and tomorrow never comes,
is a dream;
Where life and reality is just plain
mean;
As I sit here on this moss-covered
floor,
memories of of tomorrow are
yesterday's fantasies;
though you and I know,
tomorrow is never here
for we live in today.