Whispers - Rick Miller

I’m dreaming of you now

With your arms reaching gently for me

A voice calls from the shadows

Whispering so tenderly

The clock on the mantle doesn’t see

I look in the mirror

Your face seems much nearer

Your eyes glowing dark in the light

My arms reach out to you

They seem to pass through you

This vision has faded from sight

I awake in the darkness

There’s a scent of perfume in the air

And although I see nothing

I know that you have been here

Your voice softly calling, I can hear

I look in the mirror

Your face seems much nearer

Your eyes glowing dark in the light

My arms reach out to you

They seem to pass through you

This vision has faded from sight