Sweet Dreams

Lying here, I think of you.
I wonder where you are.
There's not a thing that I can do,
But wish upon a star.
The air I breathe is not as sweet
Unless I'm by your side.
The world is cold. I feel no heat.
My lust for life has died.
It never is just like before;
Won't ever be the same.
And even now I want you more.
And now, I say your name.
It's getting late and soon I'll drift,
In sleep, I'll think of you.
And dreams will take away the rift
That separates us two.