Wonderful Dreamer

Wonderful dreamer, kissing his mate,
Holding him tight with the night getting late.
Holding him tight,
With all owned might,
Watching the stars from down below,
Laying in the grass as it slowly grows.

Laying under the blackened skies,
Shooting stars fly by with exhilirating surprise.
The feeling's great,
So you just have to wait.
Laying in his arms, softly sleeping,
Keeps the light of day from creeping.