I dream of you to wake the soul
A soul that dreams of remembering
The future while we are still young!
I lock my door upon myself
That I might write the most beautiful books
Better by far you should read
The eternal present’s experience
Than follow in my footsteps dear
The silence is more musical than any song
The goblin market of our mind is dreary
Say then, that your heart is like a singing bird
That forgets not to smile, and the world
Like hope trembling, will smile with you
Unsure of the hurt it caused you
But grateful for your attendance just the same
Do not take your injuries so personally
They are but the foam of the ship
Upon which we travel through the night
Of choosing love not in the shallows
But in the truest depths of the deep
Where my heart is breaking for a little love.
