I saw your crooked smile
In the constellation of the stars
I heard a slight tone of your voice
In the revving of the passing cars
I felt your breath against my skin
In the wind that blew by the sea
I saw a hint of the color of your eyes
In the barks of every passing tree
I saw the prints of your fingertips
In the bowl of your cream
And I think I saw you tonight
In the middle of my dream
