We hope,
Not always hopefully.
We hope
To find the first glint of gold
Has brought along a love to wear,
Unexpectedly.

Here on the cloud
Comes the heart they borrowed some time ago,
And were promising to return.

And there, hidden in bird song,
Is every word that lingered, and lingered, til morning.

Then magically, I'll turn to raindrops,
And pattering gently, I will sleep on your shoulder til morning.

We hope,
We hope,
And we listen.