A Little Silver Key

I held a dream once, a fickle little thing

That seemed to hold fast to me

Yet it wavered on the slightest breeze

And shivered at the sight of the seas

Still, I held it 'til the wax melted

'Til I felt the night closed tight around it

Now I sit with her shadow upon my heart

And there's no light left, to tell us apart

I held my lover close

And she whispered in my ear

You will never be alone, alas

I cannot sleep here.